Undertaker Son And Daughter 소설 & 이야기

She pressed her lips together. She pointed with her finger at Isabella's coffin. " Jack and Harry have surrogate kids. It's Harry's daughter, Isabella and he is Troy, Jack's son. '' Dad pointed at a six years old boy. Who was sitting with Romit now, " He's Jack's son " He said slowly again. " Oh... " She whispered slowly. She glanced at coffins for a while. " Are you okay, kid?" Dad asked. She didn't respond and paced back toward the stairs. She stepped on the stairs. Her feet were staggering. I knew she couldn't hide her pain anymore. She collapsed. I was already on my way.

"You're an undertaker!" Fentanyl was overjoyed. Getting a girlfriend was no easy feat as a hearse driver at a crematorium. Bernadette turned out to be an undertaker. They were simply the perfect match. Chad frowned and asked, "Why did you choose to become an undertaker?"

Harrison Crest. From now on, Skylar Colt no longer existed in this world. The man who endured humiliation for his daughter, who was trampled by his wife and lover, was dead. The person who survived was the future heir of Crest Group, Harrison Crest.

My heart started beating like drums as my chest rose up and down in fear. He knew what I was thinking and didn't try or say anything. He watched me with sympathy. That is when Bob came in and led me outside in the car where David was. I hesitated to get in but eventually did. Underworld? He- he's The Smith. The son of Raider. Th-they're..... M-mafias. *tears escape* H-He's gonna kill me.

she introduced herself I shook her hand, trying to remember her Identity then it hit me... she was the daughter and only child of Don Ephraim Velazquez, the sex addict I assassinated who was the mafia leader of DD.. Death Dealers Cheyenne aggressively dragged my hand, pulling me close to her then she whispered in my ears "just so you know, Lorenzo Hernandez is mine and I would eliminate anything that dares to come in-between us"

It is certain that I had not heard it before, but it transmitted the same shivers to me when I came face to face with the demon with Luana Antonov’s eyes, and how I did not believe in coincidences… “Lettice, you said? I haven’t heard that name before…” “After you get out of here ... sorry, I rectify. If you get out of here, you will remember her your entire life. To end the presentations, I am the daughter of Kane Von Hagen. My father killed Erik’s parents. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Kane was thirsty only for blood. My father also killed Adam, Erik’s twin brother. Erik and his daughter tried an enchantment to help him, but they didn’t succeed. Adam gave his last breath in his a

The funeral was very hard on him, the twins were confused and lost not quite understanding where Mummy had gone and why Daddy was crying so much. In the end, Tamara and Luna led them outside and took them for a walk. I sat leaning against Jack resting my head on his knee while he stroked my ears absently. The Vicar from the base did not find it unusual to have two huge Wolves attending his service he knew all about me and accepted it when he was told Luna was my daughter.

I ended with a snarl. “That's not the shocking part, “ Mark said, clearly getting Lisa's attention as she turned to him, “What do you mean by that? What happened?” “Her son,” I began, “he’s not your half brother, he's actually your father's son,” “My father's son.” she stammered, “how..how old is he?” Maya decided to answer her, with a sweet calm voice, “he's 20.” Lisa gasped, she must have been shocked. Well she did a background check on her killer not her father. I didn't like the look of disappointment and heartbreak written all over her face.

"Regina... what are you..." "I'm not Regina," I cut him off coldly. "I never was." I turned and picked up Caleb's urn. "I'm just a mother who lost her son. Now, it's time to get justice for him."

He paused and took a puff of the cigarette as I grabbed a seat beside him. “Her niece, who escaped his wrath, gave birth to a son. As a result, Khang ordered the Savagers to kill her. A life for a life—and her son was neutered as well.” “Will he take over from her? He's the last one,” I asked curiously. “He left twenty years ago when he was just fourteen, and no one has seen him since,” he answered as he tossed the cigarette butt away. “She was a priestess, but her killer paid no respect to that. Killed her without honor.”