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Adom see another stronger bolt of light leave with their head and it struck the wall, exploding it into a million pieces. He screamed out of frustration and repeated it again. Alexandra had just disappeared into thin air right before his eyes. He felt useless for not saving him in time. Adom felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned around, ready to punch whoever it was in the face. Though he didn't, and he was glad of that because as he turned, he recognised the person to be his Dad Dean, their father who already hated him enough beacuse he is never good enough.

In the next moment, Dad suddenly let out a heart-wrenching wail, startling everyone. His legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, covering his face as he wept uncontrollably. Everyone was stunned, frozen in place. Only that demon wore a sly smile at the corner of his lips. Unfortunately, no one noticed him. Mom grabbed Dad's collar, trying to pull him up. "Luke, what’s wrong? Don’t scare us like this." After what felt like an eternity, Dad finally raised his tear-filled eyes. He looked as if all his strength had been drained away, struggling to speak. "Lena... Lena’s dead!"

"Don't call me 'Dad'. It makes me sick!" He staggered toward Daniel one slow step at a time, his eyes burning with murderous intent. "Brian Meyer, remember when you faked that fall down the stairs? Thanks to you, I broke Clifford's leg." Daniel shrank back in terror. "N-no… It wasn't me! It was the system…" "To hell with your damn system!" Dad roared, raising the steel pipe high above his head. "All I know is that you cost my son his leg. Now, you're going to pay!"

The next second, he doubled over against the wall, dry-heaving violently as if he were going to throw up his own lungs. He kept muttering in a broken voice, "No… This is impossible… Ewan…" The young police officer who had been staring at Dad all along shot him a look as sharp as a knife. His voice dripped with anger and contempt as he said, "You call this a prank? Your child has been dead for more than three days and you didn't even notice. How do you call yourself a father?"

" Dad's lips moved. He probably wanted to explain, but in the end, he said nothing. He knelt down again and silently poured drinks for them. Smack! Mom knocked the bottle out of his hand. It smashed to the floor, and shards flew up, cutting Dad's ankle. She seemed so angry that she laughed instead. "Fine! "Since you insist on being so pathetic, since you insist on earning this dirty money, I'll help you. "Get down and bark like a dog. Crawl around the coffee table. One thousand per lap." Adrian smiled and egged her on from the side. "Daniel seems desperate for money. He must have run into real trouble. "How about this? Crawl two laps, and I'll add another thousand." Dad's body trembled viole

“No…” He looked back at Damien. “Tell me they’re wrong.” Damien’s voice remained calm despite everything. “The surgery was successful.” Gerald released a breath of relief. Then Damien continued. “But the doctors managed to save his leg and he’ll never walk properly again. He will be confined to a wheelchair.” Gerald stared at his older brother. “No…” His voice cracked. “No…” He slowly looked toward their unconscious father. “This can’t…” He covered his mouth. “Dad…”

He muttered awkwardly. “And you have never heard of a bloody telephone? Or, get this, something even better, as werewolves, this thing we share, called a fucking mindlink, you fool. Either one would have worked just fine in this situation, I do believe Adam, do you not? Rather than being here in the middle of the night causing a scene and putting Zaine’s business all over pack!” My Dad’s eyes were dark as he stepped a little closer to Adam, causing Adam to step further away in retreat. He knew he had fucked up. My Dad had made that more than clear.

"All I know is that my daughter lost a leg because of you! Now, it's time for payback!" The sound of bones cracking, accompanied by Carrie's shrill screams, echoed in the basement. Both her legs were bent at bizarre angles. Dad threw away the steel pipe with a cold grin, his face a twisted expression of pain intertwined with the joy of revenge. Carrie collapsed on the floor like a pool of mud, her legs completely broken. She howled in pain. Dad took a step back, and Mom stepped forward. Carrying a toolbox, she stared fixedly at Carrie's chest.

“Was this all some kind of prank? he asked himself. “Dad what is going on? he asked in confusion. Sam had been fooled the entire time. He was just an instrument Lewis was using to drill his men. He had no idea that the man who had the perfect voice of his father was not him. In an attempt to meet his father he jamb his leg into a stone. He kicked it and fell to the ground. He groaned in pains. He hurt his leg really bad. “Can someone hold that blind bastard before he loses more than a leg?” “Jeez I wished the side effects of the PV22 werent so grave. said Lewis.

I gush with cream coating his balls to squelch with every grind while the wet schlick-schlick barely masks by the engine drone and Dad’s off-key warbling. Dad swerves into the next lane with van swaying, and I clench to milk him like a fist. Zion’s teeth scrape my earlobe in a voice ragged whisper. “Fuck. I’m gonna flood this pussy before the state line, paint your womb white, make you leak my cum all the way to Grandma’s. Bet you’ll still be dripping when we sit down for pie.” Phone buzzes again with screen lighting our little cocoon of sin. Jada: Speed bump in 0.2 miles. Bottom out. Breed the bitch. I want video proof or I’m calling Mom right now. 10-second clip under the blanket—show me t