Supreme Father Novels & Stories

Cheng liyue, stroked her son's little head. With a smile on her lips, she said,. " Alright, didn't I tell you before? Back then, mommy didn't even know who your father was, so let's not search for daddy, okay?" " Mommy, I heard that it's popular now to have a Godfather. You wait, someday I'll find one to support you. " The little boy said with arms akimbo. After hearing this, cheng liyue burst out laughing. Looking at her little boy, she said. " No, mommy doesn't need you to find a Godfather!

“I hate both of you.” “You should hate yourself,” Raina muttered. “Because girl. That man? That is Lucian Blackthorne’s father. That’s the head of the Blackthorne pack. That’s the Alpha before Lucian. That man has killed people. He runs bloodline tribunals. He does not blink during executions. That man is scary-hot, and you just gave him a reason to ruin your life.” “I didn’t mean to say it like that,” I whispered. “It just slipped.”

I was wrong. A few days passed. I tried to gather myself, trying to survive the shame and the heartbreak. One afternoon, while walking in the city market, I heard a familiar voice call out. "Selene?" I turned around. There stood Adrian, arm in arm with Elara. But beside them stood an older man—tall, broad-shouldered, hair streaked with gray, sharp intimidating eyes, and wearing an expensive tailored suit. It was Adrian’s father. Don Lorenzo. One of the richest, most powerful, and most feared men in the country.

And now you are standing here face to face in battle against us because you think that you will be able to fight against me who is the one and only elder Because I am the supreme of this planet not your so-called and nonsense Thurman Corporation because I gave shelter to you because your so-called Earth was diminished just because of the habit of you all”, he told everything " But now I don't worry because I am going to free you all from your body as now enough is enough and I'm not going to take this anymore because I am the supreme here and I will always be Supreme here and no one can take place of mine not even your Thurman Corporation are you are so-called Savior which is standing right

he said with a crisp laugh. "Oh," I pouted. "So what title does he have?" "Uh, well, let me get this straight. So Hell is divided among the members of the Court, each ruling a different level and they refer to each other as 'Supreme Rulers', not kings or queens. My father is technically the supreme ruler, but they all seem to be equal." I nodded my head to indicate that I understood. "So you could say I'm technically the son of a great ruler."

Inilipat ni Elllie ang kanyang timbang sa kaliwa ng bench. Isang pulgada na lang. Oo, ngayon ay mahuhuli na niya ang lahat ng mga salita na sinasabi ng dalawang ina. “I swear to you, Susan, kung kaya ko, ako na mismo ang kukuha ng trabaho bilang yaya na iyon. Si Tyler Hernandez ang pinakaHOT na single dad sa buong paaralan. At saka, mayaman siya." Ang babaeng may pixie-cut at dreamy na mga mata ay parang hihimatayin pa ata.

Brittany “Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco. As in, my best friend's dad. But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself. His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.

This was all her father's fault. Maya hated him. He had never been supportive of her or put her first, but at least he cared for Burke, and that made her tolerate him. But then he had to just go mess with Burke's marriage and ruin things for everybody. And then he made a bigger mess with his will. Maya couldn't think of anyone more self-centered than Bartholomew Carrington. He was an absentee father and husband; a loud drunk too, but to outsiders, he was a saint because he was perfect at putting on masks.

“Mr. Chairman! I demand justice! This woman isn’t one of us! She’s an outsider! A spy! She’s trying to destroy us! I demand that you punish her!” Don Salvatore narrowed his eyes. “Punish her? Young man, do you know who you’re talking to?” “Of course I do! I’m Dante Moretti! I am the—” “You are what?” the Chairman’s voice dropped to a freezing temperature. “You’re her stepson. And tradition dictates you call her ‘Mother.’”

A waiter passed by with a silver tray of champagne. I took a glass and drank it in one smooth swallow. Then I adjusted my suit, It was time. I walked toward the stage. The room fell silent the moment I stepped up. Every eye turned to me, this was what they had come for. I rested my hands lightly on the podium. “My father,” I began, my voice steady, “was a man of strength, discipline, and vision.” The room listened. “He believed in loyalty. He believed in legacy and above all, he believed that power must be protected not abused.”