Novel & Cerita Who Is Sans Dad

Maximoff’s tone was steady but filled with something deeper, something almost…regretful. “No.” Luca’s voice was barely a whisper, but each word carried an undeniable force. “You’re not. You’re Kieran’s father. My real father…he died a long time ago. He fell in a battle I led.” The memory of that day flickered in Luca’s mind—a day filled with blood, loss, and the pride of knowing he’d avenged his fallen father. Maximoff shook his head slowly, his gaze unwavering. “He wasn’t your real father, Luca. I am. The man you called ‘father’…he only took your mother in after she left.”

"Are you still blaming Leondre for Sansa's death?" Jacob asks. Sansa was my sister who fell madly in love with Leondre in high school, but the bastard only used her and dumped her like trash. My sister begged him to accept her for months until one fateful night when she was coming from his pack, she was involved in a car accident. The doctors declared her brain dead and we had to pull the plug, I think that was what fueled my dad to challenge King Mike at the time, he wanted vindication for Nsansa's untimely death.

Cisco blurted out, panic creeping into his voice as death loomed. "Talk fast. I'm not one for patience." Alexander's tone was as indifferent as the grave, his foot unyielding. "My dad is Pancks, the big shot at Southeast Maison Airlines. You off me, and you're in for a world of hurt," Cisco spat out, trying to sound menacing. That line usually got him out of sticky situations. Alexander, however, did not give a damn who his daddy was. So much for that ace up his sleeve—it was a dud.

“It's okay to feel scared and anxious right now, but you're not alone, okay? I'm here and will always be here. The doctors are doing their very best to help your dad. Just let's hope he gets better soon and send positive thoughts his way for a quick recovery. Sophie keeps staring at Varisa for a little while and then hugs her tightly and whispers: “My dad is a superhero. He saves people from trouble, and he’s very strong. “That’s right, he is.” Varisa nods encouragingly to her. Varisa smiled at Sophie and her sincerity. She was right; her dad really was a superhero. Varisa remembered the time he told her that he still had his license to practice law. That day when Sophie and Varisa went to w

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

Eugene stood right beside her with his head lowered, as though he had suffered great injustice. Ms. Hill held her phone out in front of me. "Take a look at this." Late last night, an anonymous post had popped up on the school forum. The title of the post was incredibly direct, and the content was even more so. It claimed that Eugene wasn't Ian's biological son, yet he was hogging all the resources because Ian was spending money to pave the way for him. It also implied that Ian had abandoned his ex-wife and biological daughter just to turn around and raise someone else's kid.

I’m pacing outside the pack hospital when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pick it up to see Sloans dad is calling. Dad, as in the one who raised her. Her biological father gave his life for our pack. He was a strong warrior but the pack wars took so many great lives from us.

“Who is dad with?” Mane asked his mother. His dad didn’t have any friends on Zandor. If his father had any friends, they would all be outside this world. This could only mean that the visitor was from another world. So Mane was truly curious about who it was that would come here to see his dad. Not only was this person allowed inside, his father also met with him personally. There was no way this person would be average.

I gritted. My father’s house, the Castellanos mansion, was one of the few places where I didn’t have to pretend, where I was just a man, a son. I wasn’t Adonis Vitale here, but Xander Castellanos, the eldest heir to the Castellanos Industries. Not a Mafioso, but a billionaire fifty-fifty owner of a multinational business. “Oh, that’s bad.” Dad scrunched his face to show his cringing discomfort. “He missed out on that bit of information.”

Who was this guy anyway? The young man was Dax Sanders, from the Sanders family. The Sanders family was a huge family. His family business was not from trade but from society’s underground businesses. Many years ago, Dax’s grandfather came to the Donghai City port and built his fortune based on his pair of fists. After dozens of years, the Sanders family now owned countless bars and KTV. Everyone was fearful of their family. For the past few years, although the elderly Mr. Sanders still appeared as the person managing their family matters, the fact was that authority had already been passed on to Dax.