Shin Uchiha Father Novels & Stories

Raiden replied seriously as he looked at his son. Shuji thought that his father had asked for a favor just now. He looked at his counterpart, Lixue, who just nodded. "Lixue to watashi ga toreningu no tame ni sakura de shashin satsuei o suru koto ga dekinakatta sujitsukan, watashi no maneja ga papa o kyoka shite kurenai ka to tazuneru tsumorideshita." Shuji initially answered his father and he just smiled.

Maximoff’s tone was steady but filled with something deeper, something almost…regretful. “No.” Luca’s voice was barely a whisper, but each word carried an undeniable force. “You’re not. You’re Kieran’s father. My real father…he died a long time ago. He fell in a battle I led.” The memory of that day flickered in Luca’s mind—a day filled with blood, loss, and the pride of knowing he’d avenged his fallen father. Maximoff shook his head slowly, his gaze unwavering. “He wasn’t your real father, Luca. I am. The man you called ‘father’…he only took your mother in after she left.”

Shibata asked. Kenji frowned. He only remembered his father always looking sharp in a suit at breakfast, and their home wasn’t bad. He remembered growing up comfortably. “A businessman?” Kenji guessed. “Yes, that’s right. Your father was a businessman who represented the Ishida family in the third generation. He was smart, and he advanced the company so much that it became one of the Ichizoku members, though not one of the main three.” Kenji was amazed. “Ishida was part of Ichizoku?”

“Excuse me, then!” Upon saying that, Ito started moving at an extremely fast speed. It seemed as though Ito had left his afterimage and shadow in place. Mr. Thunder was shocked for a moment. He had already heard of the Takena family from a long time ago. They were a family with a ninjutsu inheritance. However, Mr. Thunder had initially thought that his own skills and power had already reached its pinnacle. Unexpectedly, there were still people who were stronger compared to him.

Shun shake her head in Disbelief, her uncle smirk. "Well that is Shinji Yun's talent your mother was even good at hiding her emotions, no emotions so cold that even me didn't know why your weakling dad got her fell for him.." her uncle sigh,. "uncle stop calling my dad weakling his my dad after all" she suddenly interupt her uncle, she didn't know why she dislike the word weakling when her dad was on spot.

He's father is Victor Demetri, the legend Demon Slayer fifty six years ago. " Victor's son? So he had a son and he followed his father's ability", I mumbled while scrolling the page. I put my reading glasses and out it on. I again check his email address and phone number and I saved it in my phone. I have to find him to help my daughter back to normal. I didn't know if I could trust him but know that he's Victor's son, he's a big help for us.

The previous respectful expression disappeared, and was replaced by a face full of hatred. Yagyuu Yukime pulled out the Doujigiri Yasutsuna and said in a cold voice, "Yagyuu Shinji you animal. I'm going to talk about a big matter. That is, I want to avenge my parents today." Yagyuu Shinji's expression changed slightly. However, he said calmly, "Yukime, what are you talking about? Are you crazy? I am your father." "Stop lying to me." Yagyuu Yukime said furiously, "I have known the truth for a while now. After you raped my mother, you killed my father and adopted me in order to make me work for your Yagyuu family.

I began taking a sip of my tea. Across from me on the sofa, all four were listening to me, enraptured, waiting for me to continue. “As the only child, I was intended to take over for my father. This may not sound like an issue to most. But it’s not like Shaw wanting you boys to become lawyers. My father, the Hatake family legacy, was bathed in blood. A legacy that goes back centuries, making us one of the prominent and feared Yakuza clans. My father was the boss, having taken control when my grandfather died during the war.” I explained.

"Why? After ruining my fucking suit, you think I should let you go?" "Wow, for someone who apparently doesn't curse, you sure do use foul language. I wonder why this behavior is only reserved only for me." "I wonder why your snarky attitude is reserved only for me. I don't see this attitude coming out in front of anyone else, especially your father." "There's a difference between my father and father in law, who's the biggest asshole I've ever met." "Oh, and what's that?" "He's my blood. He raised me, you didn't."

I said seriously as I looked at the in front of me. "Sorry," he apologized so I laughed weakly. "Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong," I said to him smiling. He smiled and ruffled my hair. I just shook my head and smiled. "Can I touch your stomach?" he asked me. I smiled and nodded so he held it. He caressed it and placed his ear on my stomach. I smiled as I watched him do what he was doing. "Hey, babies. I am your Uncle Black, don't worry even though you don't have a father, you have handsome uncles," he said.