Persephone Parents Novels & Stories

Hyperion began and I got up, the servants had just entered the room to serve the starters. “I didn't come here for that.” I said looking seriously into Hyperion's eyes and twisted my mouth. Was he really trying to set me up with his son? “By the Goddess!” Perseus exclaimed and got up too, he had understood what I had said, but he was irritated. “It doesn't matter… She won't even understand, father… It's a waste of time!” I arched my left eyebrow, as usual my instincts weren't wrong. Now with Perseus standing, I can see that the air around has become denser, the servants were retreating before the aura that Perseus was emitting.

Looking at her cute son, Maya smiled a little, shaking her head at his silliness and adorable behavior, and turned to look at the front again, noticing people staring at her, she apologized and took out her phone, burying herself in it, so she can avoid the immense embarrassment, she experienced. "Papa, do you want crepes or pancakes?" Noah asked, as he tip toed in front of his father, who swallowed his food and drank some juice, then responded to his son; well he couldn't do it with a mouth full of bread, he has been teaching Noah not talk with his mouth full, in fear of him choking, so he needs to be the same way he wants his son to be; that's parenting 1.0, from his experience with his si

She had the eyes that everyone in the region had for me. Fear. “I’ll be turning sixteen this year.” “And where do you live?” Persephone shifted her glance from me. “With a friend. Mark.” “Mark Turner?” Marco butted in. Sephy nodded. Her throat bobbed. Marco looked at me. He didn't like the idea of Mark housing Persephone. I didn't too. Turner was a pedophile and this was his usual run. Take girls in when they need help, defy them when the chance presents itself, and then move on to another one.

I like it, even if I could do without walking in on them getting frisky. While Papa and Crista were occupied upstairs, the rest of us ate breakfast and were on our way out when they finally came back downstairs. I didn’t catch what they were talking about, but it caught Persephone’s attention. They’d recently showered, and I’m not going down that line of thought. “What about us?” Persephone folded her arms. She was always looking for an argument. She needs to stop doing that. Papa has been nothing but welcoming to them. He even paid for the clothes she was wearing.

"But... please don't mention Morpheus again. Give me your phone. I'll call my parents to send someone to pick us up." Seamus' expression changed, his eyes flashing with an inscrutable chill. "What's wrong?" "Miss…" Seamus paused. "Let's not tell them about what's happening here." "Why?" "Do you want them to worry? I always tell your parents about good news and spare them the worries." Persephone paused. In her impression, her family's love and indulgence toward her were boundless. She could seek help at home for any difficulty, without any hesitation about sharing good or bad news.

Seris took off her cloak as she wrapped the baby, who cried tirelessly. Seris began using magic to clean up Persephone and sew her torn vagina, healing it. Persephone tried to blink her fatigue away, even though she was brand new, the labour had taken a toll on her. “Sleep, I'll be here when you wake up.” Seris said as she immediately closed her eyes. Seris carried the crying baby downstairs as Pack members rejoiced, bowing in gratitude. “Your healthy son.” Seris said as Raymond took the baby from her, smiling in relief.

Alec narrowed his eyes at each of them. Persephone rolled her eyes. “I can if he can.” she snorted. I elbowed her, giving her a stern look. She sighed. “Yes, I’m capable of being a professional, Alpha Alec.” She reiterated being polite for my sake. ‘But if that old fuck talks down about my age, gender, or shit about dad again, I’m killing him.’ Persephone added in our family link. ‘And you have my permission if he does.’ I nodded. “Yes, Alpha.” Gianpaolo bowed his head.