Undertaker Son And Daughter Novels & Stories

Still, she froze when she abruptly saw the ring that the headless corpse was wearing was exactly the ring that Hardy Xinder's son was wearing. "Hardy…" Wiping her tears, Gina stared in disbelief at Hardy as he continued to howl and cling to the corpse as she realized who the corpse was. "I'll kill you, Gina Zonda!" Hardy wheeled on her right then and screamed maniacally, "Jackie's my only son, but your son-in-law killed him! What did he even do…" His hysterics left the wedding guests heartbroken too—nothing was more tragic than a father having to bury his son.

He is worse than his father and much harder to control. After so many years, I can finally say that I know how to destroy the king. Susan has given birth to two girls. She and her husband named them Thea and Annalise. When I went to find them, I have sensed that Thea is an Undead. She has the same eyes and hair as her father. I am planning to take her with me. … I am taking Thea away today. She is really sick and I know why. Since neither my stupid daughter nor her husband know about Thea’s real background, they have not fed her any blood, like they were supposed to.

"What did they tell you?" Lucifer clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening. "They showed me a video of the night our family was killed. It was... brutal. They told me that a man, a werewolf, was responsible. He killed our two sisters, our parents and our brother. After that night, his wolf died, and he fled. He married and had a daughter before he and his wife died." Mikhail's heart pounded in his chest. "Who is this daughter?" Lucifer's voice was cold as ice. "April Lopez. Her father is the man who killed our family."

If Octavius is busy remembering his past, he won't have time to think about my body and how he might use it. "Alright, let's start with the basics. My name is Octavius Jude; I can't remember my age since it's been a while. Normally I would tell others that I'm ancient, and that's about it. The only thing I remember is that I come from a Greek family and my last name means "praised", so as a kid, I always thought I was a God. My parents weren't that original in choosing my name- I was their eighth son, so they basically named me eight. About my brother- we're not related, that's obvious, but we've been companions for centuries and soon became closer than blood brothers. Darling, blood isn't a

“Send some spy to Dallas to spy on their past lives for the previous five years till date. His heir apparent, his strength, his weakness, his attitude to women, check if he loves drugs or drinks or party?“ I hung up after giving my orders. ***" Five days after, the burial date of Arnold was fixed, invitation were given to everyone except me. His son Alex was the complete replicate of his father, except that he will be more ruthless, and cunning. I heard he resent me so much, saying he will never forgive the killer of his father untill he's no more. He's just a kid, and he could get mad to any cost he did wants but no matter whom he chose to alliance with, it wouldn't still bother me.

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 wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

My voice was steady, almost too calm. "Where is Tim? How is he? Has he been properly buried?" Werewolf tradition dictated that a body must remain whole before cremation—only then could a soul rest in peace. But I already knew the truth. Tim wasn’t whole. Kieran had carved out my son’s heart and gifted it to his bastard daughter. If he dared to tell me that Tim had been properly buried, I would know—without a doubt—that he was lying again. As expected, he hesitated.

That is the exact thing that I have to discover. Sir and Madan Beauforte… gone too soon. Now, their daughter has no parents, and no home to shelter herself with. No family to grieve for her parents’ death. She has no one to turn to. Was that the reason why she was pushing for a marriage between the two of us? I cleared my throat and then clearly enunciated the next statement that I was about to make. “Your father was the underboss of our mafia organization.” And was a capo by the west side of the town. But not anymore.

Everett’s POV My brows furrowed slightly as I waited for him to continue. “His name is Peter Taylor, the son of my eldest uncle. He possesses an extremely dark and twisted soul, with a combative nature. Even when I was young, he repeatedly provoked me, engaging in every form of scheming and plotting—even murder. In his attempts to eliminate me, he harmed the innocent and even caused the death of my foster sister. This enraged the then head of the family, my grandfather Karl Taylor.