Romans & histoires The Son Of Bigfoot 2

The abductor ordered. “Dad..dad..is that you? Please don’t come to them. They are evil—“ Ace heard a sound over the phone. “Did you just hit my son?!” He shouted over the phone gaining the attention of sick passerby. “Yes I did. And I’ll do worse things to him if you don’t come running down here to see me.” The voice replied. “I swear it..if anything happens to my son, I’ll destroy you!” Ace gritted.

He was already on his knees, but now, he confirmed that he couldn't live without her. “Knock!! Knock!!” He suddenly heard a knock on their door so he stood up and went to open the door. He saw his son carrying his bunny plushie and his puppy, Leon. “Dad… I have class today… Where's mommy?” Chase glanced at his wife who was still fast asleep and sighed. “Mommy's still asleep. I'll help you prepare.” He went to Eon's room so he could help his son take a bath. While he was busy bathing his son, he heard his son ask, “Dad, I want to poop…”

The men that escorted had stopped about ten meters from the fence but watched him as he disappeared into the gates before turning back. The sounds that greeted him the instant he walked in was one he would never forget till the day he dies. He could hear the heart wrenching cry of a little child .After a while he couldn’t just hear them, he could see them too. The child was being mutilated by a big horrifying beast. The beast looked like a crossbreed between a wolf, a bear and a serpent. On closer inspection he saw the child being mutilated was his son, his heir_the one being he would lay his life down for. He immediately moved as if to lunge at the beast trying to tear his child to pieces.

she replied, her eyes still reflecting her frustration. Josh was taken aback hearing Sofia address Rafael as dad. "Wait, what? Dad?" Josh asked with a raised eyebrow, his voice mirroring his disbelief. He had no idea that Sofia was Rafael's daughter. All this time, he'd assumed Sofia was just a friend of the family, perhaps a distant relative. Darting his gaze from Josh, Rafael sighed as he looked at his daughter, realizing the need to address the situation diplomatically. "Sofia, it's not about controlling your life. I just want what's best for you," he explained, attempting to justify his stance.

– They said from the other side of the temple. About that... On the other side of the reserve towards one of the temples, the son of Jack, was going through a metamorphosis, his heritage and the mark of the wolf disappeared from his body, in which he woke up in a jump, startled by a jump. His father sat next to him in an armchair. - You can now go wherever you want, do what you want so much. – He said, pushing him to his feet, grabbing a suitcase, throwing it in his direction, dragging him out of the temples, out of the reserve, towards the border out of the other state.

As excited as Zion is can't wait for his son to turn eighteen to know if he will have wolf abilities as well. Jessica's baby boy, upon turning two, began to exhibit signs of his grandmother Sky Banshee's abilities through his cries and screams when he cracked the windows. Additionally, he displayed his mother's witchcraft abilities when he healed a bird that had collided with the window. Marco was slightly disappointed because he had hoped his son would inherit the wolf trait, but Jessica reassured him that they would have to wait until their son turned eighteen to discover if he possessed it. Regardless, she affirmed to Marco that their son was truly remarkable.

I blinked, "Then why were you guys there in the first place?" "We were in hiding," Riley answered. Jay nods, "Gil and Hibiscus might have apologized, but I still don't trust them." Hill and a flower? "Who?" My mom asked. "Gil and Hibiscus are Anaconda's sons," Jay explained. Ish. "I'm sorry, did you just say that a mountain and a flower are the sons of a snake?" I asked them out loud. Jay rolls his eyes. I'm lost. "Anaconda was a five-star butthole," My dad answered for them.

And it said one word, clear and soft: “Father.” Freya gasped. I stepped back. “No. That’s not possible.” The cub took another step. “Not by blood,” it whispered. “By soul.” I dropped to my knees. Because suddenly, I remembered something. Not a dream and truth but a child. A small boy with pale fur and silver eyes. Reaching up to me in an old life. My son. His name lost to time. A life destroyed before it could grow. “I failed him,” I whispered.

what? His...his son? Kidnap?

Everest, lest he finally resorted on scamming the vulnerable woman openly in front of their eyes. Even Mr. Everest, the deemed dad who seemed to be not resistant with this big man claiming to be his wife son but is no claiming as his own son, heard such a force gentle voice. Just thinking that his other son, the young Noah, the young miniature of this old and mature wild man in front of him, sitting beside his wife with straight back, as if it would hurt his image if he slightly bend his back down.