Novel & Cerita Sino Si Padre Damaso

His voice was a soft murmur, trying to bridge the quiet that enveloped them. Mang Damian’s weathered face creased into a warm smile as he glanced at James through the rearview mirror. The glint of the morning sun reflected off his spectacles, giving him an air of quiet wisdom. “We’re doing well, hijo,” he said, his voice rich with a sense of familiarity. “Let me guess, your father must have had another talk with you about settling down, right?” His tone was teasing, yet underpinned by genuine concern, and his laughter was a soft, knowing rumble.

“Come quickly, lad! Do not dally! Hurry up!” Damian scrambled the rest of the way up to the dais. He stood by his father. “What is wrong, father? Did I do something wrong?” His father glared at him with a frown. Damian almost dished an apology. He was about to start sobbing and admit that he had sinned before their lord that he would never again try to touch a girl before they would marry.

He asked looking at his figure intently. "Is that a way to greet me, your old time friend." The voice recognized to be Damon own said, his voice sounding in uttermost disappointment. "Not this time Damon, I'm busy this days." Damien simply stated but Damon only frown at his response but at the same time sense his sadness. "So...?" He asked arching his eyebrows while staring at him. "My father just died this morning Damo....." Damien voiced out his voice cracked so he couldn't continued.

Mr. Damos turned over and was in fury upon seeing more than a dozen soldiers behind Silvester stop the ceremony. His anger was very evident but he laughed loudly. "Pardon him, he's very much in envy of this union. Please, continue the ceremony," Mr. Damos announced to force the ceremony to continue but Silvester started walking down the aisle. Rae, who was Kronos' best man, almost shouted in relief when they arrived. "Mr. Damos, our father, is the traitor," Silvester uttered while staring at Kronos who was nodding his head.

In the end, Damian is his son whom he did not have, and he was a witness to all stages of his life since his birth, a witness to the injustice, tyranny, and humiliation. He was subjected to and a witness to On his rebellion and tyranny against everyone, Damien, the companion of the trail. He stood from his place, and without any comment, he pulled him into his arms, polluting him with his abundant sweat, recovering from the foregoing, and Damian narrowed him down, letting out a long sigh, enjoying the bosom of his spiritual father, friend, and companion on his path, always and forever. “You know that I hate myself and these arms that have touched you?? I would have cut it off by its roots i

My father pulls himself from the crumple he landed in and try’s to look dignified as he approaches Damian once more “Forgive me my Lord, I was not questioning you merely concerned over unnecessary risks” Damian sneers “I’ll deem what’s necessary! I might need, shall we say, donations from him in the future so no matter what he must live. If he dies I will slaughter every last one of you. Including that pretty little daughter of yours” He glances towards the mirror and I gasp, could he know I’m here?

I just went with it. “ His name is Don Romano Rosario, he is the father of a mafia lord named Ceasar,” he continued, for some reason the ceasar name felt familiar. I just took the information in but I didn’t say much, I did not tell anyone, not now, but I will, maybe later, I went back to our planning. At dusk, we set off, I ordered Zara to take my family to sanctuary. Soon we were already at the mist. “ It’s been long, my friend.” Damien muttered before he turned into wolf, don’t expect him to turn big, he was the smallest but do not dare judge him for how small he was, he was the smallest, the smartest and the most aggressive .

he reveals, his voice expressing a hint of distant pain. The name registered the moment a fleeting despair flickered in his eyes. Initially, I hesitated, reluctant to intrude, but then I chose to seize the moment and delve deeper into his story. “Who is Lady Rosalind?” I gently probe further. “She was my father's mate,” Damon answers reluctantly with a nonchalant shrug. After his disclosure, I remember Matthias sharing that his father didn't mark his mate, who was his mother, and only kept her as a sex slave until her demise.

“ Now that the mister who was disturbing the peace of the place has finally left , we can continue to enjoy the party . Everyone , should start having fun now . Right , dear ? “ said Damian looking at Antonio with a smile . “ Yes my dear ! “ said Antonio smiling happy , a bit embarrassed . “ Wow ! You were great . “ said Angelo amazed . Damian blended down so that he could reach Angelo’s high . “ Angelo , I am your father . I am sorry or not being there to protect you when you were born but now that your mommy you and I are united , daddy will protect you forever . No one will dare to hurt you or your mommy . Your daddy will handicap and make that person go bankrupt . “ said Damian patting h

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.