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She turns to the Undead with murderous glare. “It’s okay, baby. I’m alright.” Blake soothes when he sees how agitated his woman is. “It’s not fucking okay. – Lia grumbles – He’s hurting you.” “Ulrich, don’t play with him. Just keep him still.” Cornelia tells the Undead, making Lorenzo stare at the guy in shock. Ulrich? Like Thea’s father? The son of the first Undead? “He’s being too still. He doesn’t even struggle.” The Undead mumbles in annoyance.

She loved how Omar thought of his father as a superhero since he worked as a paramedic. Amy thought about how happy Omar was when his dad came home one time and told him that he saved a woman's three-year-old daughter after he found out that the baby was choking. Omar called his dad Thor, which was his favorite superhero. After Omar and his mom came back from his dad's funeral, he told his mom that he wished his dad could come back to life like Thor. After telling his mom that, he broke down in tears in her arms and his mother had to carry him while walking through a park.

"It is about the monster who killed my son two days ago. I want to let you all know that I am and have become the number one person who wants this monster uncovered and destroyed. On that note, I am officially granting us permission to come into my territory to seek help from the sorcerer to give us a guide on how to destroy this monster. The monster must pay for killing my son, and I am willing to fight with my last breath to make sure justice prevails for my son!" "Look at how selfish you are. Your son. Your son is all you kept mentioning. Let me tell you that a lot of us have lost dear ones to the cold hand of this monster. Some of them wouldn’t have died if you had removed your wicked an

Raiden exclaimed to his son as they both looked at each other. (If they are monsters to you, then your sister Miku is also a monster? They are not monsters, Shuji, they are disciples of the one above the father, the master of us all.) "Are you racing?" Shuji asked his father. (What are they?) Raiden motioned for his son to be quiet. "Nephilim," Raiden whispered to his son, Shuji not immediately able to speak. (Nephilim) When the elevator opened, the father and son had reached the floor where they were staying. Raiden looked at his son, who was silent beside him.

“Do you remember what I told you about your mother?” “That she loved me,” she said in the softest voice. “And that she had to leave me with you to protect me from the monsters.” “Yes.” She lifted her head to meet my gaze. She tilted her head with uncertainty and questioned, “Is my father one of the monsters?” My eyes widened in shock. Technically, Adonis was a Mafioso, men who were monsters, given all the shit they did, but Adonis was a better monster if that was even a thing.

I backed away a step, and the wide grin on his face slipped slightly. “I just didn't want you to think that there was something going on there.” He motioned to Cyber’s snoring form. “There isn’t. I’m Monster by the way. Cyber’s brother.” He didn't hold out his hand for me to shake, he just waited and watched me with his baby blue eyes.

he roars, using his alpha voice for the first time. Dr. Stevens stops completely in his tracks, his body frozen. His eyes are moving around wildly, as he stares at the two of us. It looks like he is trying to say something, but even his mouth is unable to move. Bash's command is so absolute, so powerful, that the much weaker wolf is not able to break it. Dr. Stevens is right--my son is a bit too powerful. But he is also wrong. My son can be a force for good in the world. He belongs out there too.

Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Victor stopped suddenly, spinning Ethan around to face him. "We're here," he said, his voice dripping with malice. Ethan's eyes scanned the surrounding area, but all he saw was trees. Where were they? And then, he heard a voice. Low, smooth, and menacing. "Welcome, Ethan," it said. "I've been waiting for you." Ethan's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face the speaker. A figure emerged from the shadows, tall, imposing, and ruthless. It was James Parker, Sophia's father.

It was dry and cold. “You think I don’t know why you’re here?” she said. She stepped closer, her heels clicking on the tiles. “Well let me save you the stress,” she snapped. “Your mother never told Wilson who your real father was. All he knew was that he was a ruthless mafia. That’s it.” Kristen’s breath caught, but she kept her face steady. Carolina didn’t stop. “So my darling,” she said, dragging out the words, “there’s nothing here for you. Nothing. So I suggest you take your little puppet and leave my house.”

"Your mate. The only one who can save your father's life is the man who rejected you five years ago." The world tilted sideways, and Gabriel had to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling. Dominic Ashford. Youngest billionaire Alpha in North America, and heir to Ashford Industries, the supernatural security empire that controlled half the werewolf packs on the continent. The man whose golden eyes had met Gabriel's across a burning packhouse and changed everything with a single look. The man who had looked at seventeen-year-old Gabriel, felt the mate bond snap into place with the force of destiny itself, and said five words that had destroyed him: "I don't have a mate."