Persephone Parents Novels & Stories

Seraphina Arden might come across as a classic mama’s girl. She shared everything with her parents—details about her boss Leon Everhart, his girlfriends, his private life, and even her work challenges. Whenever she encountered a problem, her go-to move was to consult her parents for advice. Elijah and Chloe, open-minded and deeply devoted to their daughter, were her unwavering support system. Regarding Leon’s personal affairs, they advised her: “Stay out of it. Don’t talk about it, and if you come across anything, act like you didn’t see a thing.”

"You are a Demeter Familia." The female nodded, her amber coloured eyes staring back at Persephone as she placed her hands on her green dress. "Yes," "I see," Persephone said, "Who are your parents?" As if the question caught her off guard, she widened her eyes. "Me? My parents?" Persephone nodded, "You are the only one I am talking to, and you can relax, I will not change you into a frog if that is what you fear."

“We’re parents now. She’s here. In our home. Our responsibility.” “Permanently,” Damien added. “For the rest of our lives, we’re Charlotte’s parents. That’s… significant.” “Terrifying.” “Extremely.” “But also perfect?” “Also perfect.” Charlotte opened her eyes, looking up at them with that unfocused newborn gaze. Seraphine reached down, stroking her soft cheek. “Welcome home, Charlotte Elena,” she whispered. “We’re your parents and we love you more than anything in the world. We’re probably going to mess this up sometimes. But we promise we’ll always be trying our best.”

She loved our son and would die for him, however, she felt that she decided to get pregnant for me and not because she really wanted to. Not that it was redundant now, our baby was between us and that was all that mattered. "How about we leave Sebastian with my parents tonight and enjoy some alone time?" The look of malice doesn't escape my eyes. I find myself nodding eagerly for time with my woman. Children are wonderful, but they were a hell of a job. Persephone picks up Sebastian upon realizing he is about to cry and places him on her breasts again. Sometimes he didn't even breastfeed, he just liked to feel his mother's smell.

“Right, I will see myself out.” “You said you will need time to get your affairs together.” My father started as soon as Koa was out of earshot. “I will give you from now till next weekend. Get your things together and go somewhere safe. An unmated daughter should not be entertaining men under her father’s roof.” “You are right,” I yawned. “I should have gone to his place.” “Persephone Adelard!” His scream ricocheted all over the house.

He states. I give him a kiss and walk off laughing. I can only imagine what is going to happen when Jordyn reaches that age. I feel sorry for all the girls that are born into our little group. They have their fathers and so many uncles that any boys that show interest are going to have a hell of a time. I guess we ladies will just have to keep them in check. I am just glad that Araya didn’t react badly to the conversation. I have a feeling that Persephone will be talking to those two a lot in the next few weeks. That is probably the best. She will be the best person to talk to. She can definitely answer more of Araya’s questions than I can. I will still be there for her when she ne

Hearing that from my pup gave me the courage to turn around to them. "Papa, let go of my eyes! I want to see, Mama!" Perseus whined again, only that this time the irritation in his voice was loud and clear. "Whoever manages to reach your Mama first will get a kiss from her and a tight hug!" Miguel spat as soon as he let go of Perseus. Miguel acted as if he was heading towards me, which made Perseus run to me faster. I crouched and opened my arms to welcome my son.

Seraphina's parents exchanged worried glances as they turned their attention back to the news report. "You know, we haven't tried to reach her since... well, since the wedding incident," Seraphina's father repeated with a sigh, his voice tinged with regret. "Seb, don't start with that nonsense," Seraphina's mother retorted, her tone dripping with disdain. "We've been through this before. We thought it was best to give her space, and that's exactly what we did." Sebastian bristled at her dismissive tone, his frustration mounting. "But was it really the best thing to do? We're her parents, for goodness' sake. We should have been there for her, no matter what."

Percy shares a stronger bond with Seraphina even more than them; she’s a remembrance of his eternal love for Matilda. Maria uncrosses her arms, moving toward the door with deliberate slowness. But before she can reach it, the door swings open. Dr. Percy Adam, the esteemed cardiothoracic surgeon, steps inside. His eyes, bloodshot and heavy with fatigue, sweep over the room, taking in the faces of his children—and then they land on Seraphina.

“Sip slowly. Eat a few crackers.” It would be sweet—if it wasn’t him. After a few minutes, I manage to stand. Persephone gives me a new toothbrush and I brush my teeth, trying to ignore the way Lucifer watches me like I’m made of glass. He insists on carrying me to the couch. Persephone kneels beside me, hands warm over my belly. It takes barely a minute before she opens her eyes and mouths, I’m sorry. She turns to Lucifer and says aloud, “Congratulations, my lord. You’re going to be a father.”