Undertaker Son And Daughter Novels & Stories

I growled clenching my fists. "There is one more thing "Ryan says gesturing that I should come closer to him. I walk to his side and pick up the file on the table in front of him. "DNA test.?" I ask. "Lauren is not Ryder's daughter " Jax says. "I know " I told them. "Do you know who her father is? " Ryan says staring at me. I raise my eyebrows. "She's Chase's daughter, the one that killed your father "he says.

The Beautiful 24 years old Amber Curt was always an easy target cause of her kind nature, often misused by people who like to extort others, her life has never been easy, raised by a father who drinks with all his money and never paid much attention to his two daughter, Amber and Anna usually fend for themselves but even Anna made life difficult for Amber when she became addicted to gambling and would often bring thousands of debt home for her to clear, Amber needed a more stable and better paying job if she was to survive, she got an interview at Son's empire through her friend’s help and got the job where she met. Todd Anderson, 30years old father of one, a widower, 5ft 3inches tall, multi

I'm more than twenty hours away by car, which sucks because I don't know if she has twenty hours. Angelo Gimonde's father is the head of Chicago's largest crime syndicate. Angelo killed the daughter of another mob boss a little over a year ago and then disappeared. I'd hoped their rival organization, the Laterza family, had taken him out. Hiding in bum fuck Montana is most likely the only thing that kept him alive.

He placed his hand on his neck, hoping that it would help him survive. "That was for kidnapping my son and trying to kill my husband back at that abandoned hospital." I tell him while he takes his last breaths " And, last but not least. I am Gabriella Harrison. The daughter of Nicholas Harrison, the only child of his which means I don't have any brother that I should worry or care about. Goodbye, you bastard." I looked at Dante and nodded my head "Go for a headshot." he nodded. But, it wasn't just Dante who shot him but Boris and Dante both shot two holes in Damien's head. "That was for our father, bastard. May you rot in hell." Dante and Boris spat. Once everything was over, Damien was dead

"For years, as the Don of Townsville, my dad has been living a double life, managing the Consortium as well as the mafia. He needs to pick his successors for both groups." Peter concluded, "My son, Derek, has now taken over the Quinton Consortium. Charles, I have an opportunity for you. I hope you take it. I hope you can be my successor... to my mafia group." "In short, I want you... to be the new Don of Townsville!" Bombshell! "What?"

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

“Yes, it’s me. Rhydan. The Son of Thorne. Leader of the Pale Fang. And the true master of the Scentless Killers.” He tilted his head. “I’m sure you remember that last one well… since you chose me.” Laughter echoed through the hall like bells from the grave. My heart pounded, my mind reeling. No. No, this makes no sense. How is Rhydan Thorne’s son? Lunessa's cousin? Before I could process it, before I could demand answers or unleash fury, my knees buckled. The weight, the heat, the black magic, it all came crashing down. My sword clattered to the floor.

The base, or headquarters as some call it, is a home to carefully selected individuals, who are chosen specifically by Caesar. And not just any individual. They range from mafia lords to martial art ninjas, to expert snipers and to trained soldiers. Formidable men who are impossible to defeat. These men are a force to reckon with. They carry out brutal underground work such as infiltrating other organisations, eliminating the leaders and spreading terror in the city. They are called the undertakers. And I'm the second in command to Don Caesar, the founder of the stealth organization called Hunters. I slow to a stop in the parking area and get down. Several masked men walk towards me and begi

Even in my grief, I was extremely grateful that we’d been given this brief time to connect before his passing. And now, not only do I know it, I feel it in every fiber of my being. I am Arthur Winchester’s daughter and rightful heir. The newest leader of the Obsidian Circle. So preoccupied were we with the affairs of Arthur’s funeral arrangements, that it’s the next morning before I realize that Grayson never called back or attempted to reach out again. Now I’m seriously worried about him and I insist that Luther send someone over to Grayson’s apartment to check on his condition.

I hope that what I am thinking is not the reason of doing that. ‘You are the daughter of Oberon Thornton, the killer of my father. I can never extend my relation or have my pups from the daughter of my enemy’ A tear escapes my eyes and fall on the cheek, so that was the reason he did not want to complete our bond. The pain in my heart soared, he did not give the chance to me or tried to understand me knows me and just made the decision because I was the daughter of his father's killer.