Undertaker Son And Daughter Novels & Stories

“Your surname is Sadler. Are you related to Yegor Sadler?” At this remark, James smiled calmly while Truett nodded immediately. “Do you know my father?” “Heh, Yegor Sadler is your father?” Zenithal Roc Matron exclaimed, “This is such a coincidence!” James leaned closer to Truett and whispered, “Your dad is indeed a social butterfly, knowing almost every powerhouse from Tai Chi to these powerhouses of the Dawn Supernatural Power.” Truett smiled wryly. “My mom scolded him quite a bit because of this.”

Alpha Ethan didn't wish to go back on his words, he had decided to kill the boy. "You have come to a decision, you want to kill my son" she understood his actions clearly. She had hoped that he would change his mind when he sees his son. "It's for the best" he sulked. "No, I will not let you, you can't take my son away from me" she yelled shifting away from him. "We can have another one" he uttered, "No" She screamed, the pack members within the hospital could feel her pain. She was their Luna and the bond was tremendous.

“They were the happiest people around, always very eager to spread their happiness to those around them. Though they had their little dark closet secrets, most of the time they were lovely.” Lex feigned professionalism by writing something down on the memo pad. He wanted to hear more, to know more about the Thomas’. He had had a good feel of their house. He had felt something for Mrs. Thomas, a good clue. But what does it connect to? Lex had a feeling he would soon find out what strings pulled these murders together. The Sons, what is the aim? What are they trying to prove? Though the killing methods were different, they all had one similar l**k – the catholic church; they were all Catholics

He would not disclose his reasons, but his agenda did not matter to Joonjae as long as their goal was the same. "He's in the burn unit," Joonjae replied curtly. But Undertaker paid no heed to him. "Yoseob!" he exclaimed and shoved Joonjae aside. "Long time no see my boy!" Yoseob flinched. "Hi," he groaned. "Dad." "Tch, what's with the dull greeting?" Undertaker scowled. "You're seeing your dad after months and won't even give your old man a hug?"

If their investigation turns up nothing, maybe his daughter would finally accept that the man responsible for the death of her parents is gone, and she would stop her reckless crusade. Jason exhaled heavily, running a hand over his closely cropped brown hair before meeting his Alpha’s gaze. “From what our trackers gathered, your daughter’s been working with informants—contacts who tip her off whenever rogues are spotted in the city. She’s been going after them alone. A few days ago, one of those informants sent her a message. It was a trap. We haven’t found any sign of rogues in the city since the attack, except for the ones who ambushed her.” Conor’s jaw tightened, his mind flashing back to

My father spat out the words unmercifully. "I never meant to cause Liz such embarrassment, and neither did the Muller family, but her not telling anything about the father of her child, is because I asked for it to be that way!" He replied surprising everyone, even me, "What happened 5 years ago was our mistake, and I well felt that she was not in her normal mental condition, and well, I had just ended my relationship with my late wife, and I asked her to forget that night" And I stared at him in surprise. "So, because of me, Arthur grew up without a father, and when we met again today, and she told me everything, I came to know my son." He spoke with authority, no one could tell what a big

—Are you all right, boy, do you look a little pale? —Yes, I'm fine, I just... I mistook your daughter for my girlfriend. My father was not pleased to hear that as he made a gesture of displeasure. —She is Serena Elizabeth Hernandez, and you... you look a little big for a girlfriend of this age, don't you think? —No, no... I didn't mean that... it's just that, she passed away and... she looked like that when she was.

A body was pulled from the sea, waterlogged and swollen. The woman was two months pregnant. Her face was unrecognizable, but I recognized the ring I had given her immediately. The dead woman was my daughter, Cecily Moretti. I had once been the most powerful Mafia Donna on the West Coast, with enemies everywhere. To protect Cecily, I staged a shipwreck ten years ago. I jumped into the sea clutching a doll and faked my own death. I left her in the care of the Griffiths family, whose son I had chosen to be her husband. I gave them money, power, and every advantage so my daughter could live a peaceful, happy life. But my investigation uncovered the truth. Five years after I disappeared, Cecily's

"You're not dead yet." Mr. Thatcher leaned against the wall. "I don't know what happened to you or what is going through your head right now, but I'm gonna remind you of who you are." Wild sighed. He might as well listen. Maybe something would ring a bell. "You're Scott Thatcher, youngest son of Lucinda and Fred Thatcher. Our dad died in a car accident before you were born, and mom raised us on her own. When you were five, I was supposed to be watching you, but you snuck out and got kidnapped. A year later, mom died of a heart attack. Just couldn't handle it, I guess. I've been looking for you ever since I turned eighteen. Mom would've wanted us to be together if you were alive."

My mind was blacking out. I rubbed a trembling hand on my face, "Lelah is not his daughter?" A painful smile danced on his shaking lips. He slowly shook his head left and right, "Lelah is Gianna and her husband Richie's daughter. He's resting over there." I fearfully followed the direction of his pointing finger. My breathing fractured as I laid my eyes on the grave next to Gianna's. The headstone has the name, Richard Donovan, and the epitaph below it read: An obedient son, loving husband, a devoted father.