Which Godly Parent Do I Have Novels & Stories

I love cats, but right now, I don’t want even a cat to touch me. “I know this hard for you to get your head around,” “That’s an understatement. I can’t believe this; how can you honestly believe that I’m part deity?” “Because I knew your mother, Jenna. Correction, I know your mother. I know your grandmother and your great-grandmother. “None wanted me to say anything to you about your parentage when you were younger. I could have, but you were meant to be here so that you could help Luther and Lorcan.”

“Alright, I need to tell you something about your family.” I freeze, my instincts going on high alert. “Do you know who they are? My parents?” I ask, not knowing how such a thing would be possible based on the limited information the Goddess shared. “Baby, the couple the Goddess described in your memory – a powerful Alpha King from an ancient bloodline, with a tender-hearted wife who couldn’t bear children… around the time you were born… there’s only one couple in the world who fits that description.” Sinclair explains gently. My heart ceases beating completely, “Who?” _______________________

Sputla smiled and said, “My mother was a strong and loving woman. My father loved my mother so much. I will never forget his teachings. He was a man of integrity and I will miss his hugs. My parents were my role models. Even though I was their only child, they didn’t force me to join the company. They allowed me to follow my own path. For that, I will be eternally grateful to them. I love them very much. Dad, Mom, you will always be in my heart.” Then he went to his seat crying. Then Pastor Eugene asked Owen to read the couple’s Obituaries. Owen also read his aunt’s favourite scripture, ‘Psalm 91’.”

My mother turned to look toward my father. “I don’t know you guys. You should have seen the way he drained that half-blood God. He was the offspring of Poseidon. When Ryder was done with him, he was nothing but a weak human.” My mother’s face paled. “Is this true, Ryder?” My father asked, and I nodded. “It was instinct, like I knew how to do that my entire life.”

As I look into those big brown eyes, I could still hear him say, “You are no angel yourself Kay, you’ve done some horrible things.” As I began to blink steadily, I look back at my precious little boy who looks way too much like his father. His father is the perfect definition of a bad boy and me I used to be the typical good girl. I had just given birth to a beautiful little boy in a town far away from friends and family. Before I hit my due date I packed up my stuff and ran and never looked back.

No wonder, because his father was a prince who was directly blessed by God. "Actually I'm a little curious Mom, who is my father?"

“Indiana Jules Witherspoon! I don’t care how grown you think you are,we raised you in the lord,and the lord has been so good to us, you will go to church and you will go for confession!” My mom yelling every Sunday morning can never get old,my parents are the type of pain in the ass self righteous parents you see on TV

She was only now noticing it. *Heavenly Foxes possess great charm. They can hone their abilities and capture even the hearts of the most hardened individuals. It is one of the reasons why they are so fearful. Even when they aren’t trying, one cannot help but grow closer to them. One cannot help but draw closer to them. She may not be intentionally doing it, but her charm has reached you. In time, you may appreciate her more than your actual parents. It’s a good thing that she helped you overcome this crisis but be careful. You do not want to forget who your actual parents are, do you?*

I have to think of something real fast before my life crumbles completely. My eyes fell on my stomach and instantly, an idea got to my head. Alexander Grey. The father of my child. He’s a multi-billionaire. He has resources, power, connections. If anyone can help me take back control of my life, it would be him. I grabbed my phone and searched for his name. Articles and photos flooded the screen, and from their content he was a very loyal wealthy man, who treats people with love and respect. There were even pictures of him visiting the orphanage homes and refugee camps.

I swallowed. "Do you." "My father is Metheus." I looked at her. She was staring at me now, eyes wide in horror. "Metheus as in the god of evil and the dark?" I looked down at my fingers. I was fucking embarrassed. Of all things to be attributed to, it had to be evil and dark. I cursed the day I was born to him. I would have preferred being a regular boy with poor parents. Hell, that would have ve e fucking better.