Novel & Cerita Which Godly Parent Do I Have

Hayle sighed. She hadn't had parents since she was a child. So, she didn't know a good example of being a good 'parent'. In her view, of course a good parent is one who leads their children to grow up and be able to live their lives well too, but Hayle just realized, that sometimes, what they think is good, is not necessarily accepted by their children who vary in their behavior and patterns.

my mother said. “I will do my best, Maa,” I replied nervously. I feel overwhelmed by everything. The cascade of revelations had left me dazed and bewildered. “Let’s take a breather. Do you mind taking care of our visitors, Mom?” Xander requested, rising from his seat and drawing me along. I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts to even try to understand what they were talking about. I was in shock, trying to process everything that was just revealed to me. My parents were descendants of a powerful sage, and I was born to destroy evil with the help of my mate, just like my ancestors before me. But how was that possible?

I don't believe in superheroes or guardian angels. I learnt from a very young age that believing there's someone out there looking out for you will get you nothing but disappointment as life will walk all over you nomatter what you believe in. But I trust my father one hundred percent and if I was a believer I would call him my guardian angel but it probably wouldn't be accurate, because my father is a ruthless tyrant. Unlike most parents, my father has never let me down, he's never lied to me and he readily gives me what I ask for. And that's what I'm counting on in this moment as I enter his home office.

Through me, he discovered that even in his torment, there was still something worth fighting for. My mother on the other hand, the angel Alexandria—goddess of truth and the fire of light. She was a vision of divine purpose, standing tall beside her father on Judgment Day, guiding his creation toward the salvation of special grace. To her, the order was absolute, unquestionable. She embodied loyalty, purity, and unwavering belief.

And I have to meet his parents tonight. "Oh girl, that is too quick." "Not to him, and he keeps telling people I'm his girlfriend.'' ''Well, you are." "Cooper, I don't want to get in too deep." "Bestie, you drown the minute you left the apartment with him." "I don't get why he is doing all these things." "J, your mother always said that God works in mysterious ways. This is his hand at work. Don't throw away your blessing because you never know how great it could be."

and the "Goddess of Luck" And riding on this wave of popularity, I made another fortune for the company. It was such a shame that I never faced any karma, but my biological parents sure did. In less than a year, news came that Dad had starved to death. It was rather pitiful, really. If his beloved son hadn't been stealing his share of the prison food every day, maybe he could've held on for another two years. At the thought of this, I couldn't help but shake my head in pity. I wondered how much longer Mom could hold on. A year or two, perhaps? I had to say, I was kind of looking forward to it.

"Busy? All he talks about is being busy. What's the point of earning so much money when he can't stay by our side? He's not like Harry, who knows how to take care of us. "Whenever we have a headache or get sick, Harry is the one who stays by our side and cares for us. He's much more dependable than our own son." My father became agitated and raised his voice slightly. "If we can't depend on our son, we'll just get a new son who truly cares for us. If Harry can take care of us in our elderly years and give us a funeral, I wouldn't mind leaving the house to him!" Our relatives were astonished. They looked at each other, but no one dared to say anything. Some of them wanted to talk my parents o

"Hey, little ones. I'm your dad. I'm going to love you so much it might be embarrassing. Fair warning." We stayed up all night planning, dreaming, worrying. Would they have my phoenix fire? His wolf lightning? Both? Neither? We decided we didn't care. They could be completely ordinary and we'd love them with the fierce devotion of parents who'd almost lost everything before they could begin. "What if I'm terrible at this?" I asked as dawn painted our room gold. "I barely had a mother. My father figure was Marcus, and he was... complicated. What if I don't know how to love them right?"

“W-Who are you? A-And how do you know about Aunt Cynthia?” Before he could reply, I pressed Zayden’s hand, collecting my thoughts quickly. “If my guess is right, then no one can know about my mom better than him, Alpha.” I searched for a picture in my possessions from the Sussurro clan and brought out a painting, comparing it with the God standing right in front of us. “He is the water God, celestial Ebenezer Hensley, my mom’s dad!” “And your grandpa!” The God Ebenezer completed my statement, grinning widely.

Mum was heartbroken over not being able to conceive during any of her heats, and while dad was also broken-hearted, he focused more on being there for my mum. Then one day in 1951 I finally came along. I grew up with two parents who loved me something fierce and loved each other just as fiercely, but at some point, something changed. I don’t know why Goddess Morrtemis made my parents suffer so long without a child, and I don’t know what made my dad into the prick he is now, but I have to believe there is a reason for everything.