Romans & histoires Who Is The Son Of Undertaker

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

Another man spoke up, he was one of Dad's closest friends but ur didn't shock me that he would be part of this, "Are you all aware it is evil to speak wrong about the dead?" a different voice said this time making all heads snap toward his direction as he walked closer to the little gathering, "It's funny how you all don't even respect the dead" he continued earning a sneer from everyone but I couldn't hold back the small smile I sent his way, the only man I never understood why he did business with my father, he was too good to be involved with this type of people plus he was already successful on his own, even his son has his company too, well his both sons had theirs till Dexter's death,

That crazy son of a bitch! Of all the Elite vampires, Kieran was the last one I thought would betray me. The whole system is full of corrupt fuckers, but the one who stood the closest to me had to be the one who turned his back on me. After all I did for him. Because of him. For us.

"So quick to draw out your weapon. Well, you got my attention." It was never my intention to start this off on a violent note, but since the brat had already begun, there is no need to hold back now. And maybe I can teach their mafia a lesson or two while I am at it. "I'm Marcus Hunter, heir of the Lord of the Night," he finally introduces himself, seeming a bit satisfied that he finally has my attention. He lowers his gun slightly. My eyes narrow. "So Robert Hunter has a son?" I raise an eyebrow, then my lips curve into a cruel smirk.

Some of them were bloodthirsty fighters from the underground boxing arena. After they made their entrance, an intimidating middle-aged man slowly appeared from behind. Everyone in the hall began trembling, with no one even daring to breathe. That man was Horton Quaid! He was the oldest son of Arthur Quaid, the old man of the Quaids. He was the father of Ferb and Jacob Quaid, making him the patriarch of the Quaids! When Horton appeared, the muscular man in the suit who was holding Ferb quickly said, “Mr. Horton, Mr. Ferb’s limbs and spine are broken…”

I look at him in confusion when he stands and paces the room. “My dad is responsible for the death of thousands of rogues, humans and wiped out packs. They wiped out the Dark Moon Pack.” I growl, you have got to be fucking kidding me! He is the son of Sampson Kingsley, the leader of the rogues who caused the fucking war. I place my hands on top of my head. Fuck! Oh, Gaia will fucking freak out. She will no doubt try to kill him for what his father did. Hold on, if Sampson was his father does that mean Crystal was his mom?

I am the reason he is dead. If I just stayed home that night like a planned to. If I didn't get mixed up with that man. This never would have happened. I thought I was being saved turns out that was only the start. "Who?" I question Arthur through foggy eyes. "A man known as Junior Kuznetsoc. Son of Viktor Kuznetsoc." He take a step closer to me. "The Boss of the Russian mafia."

I flopped on the bed when my knees shook and couldn't support me anymore. My heart already started pounding. My breath caught and words clogging endlessly by my throat. Theodore Ductal. TD. The only son of Mr ductal the quintillionaire. His dad and my dad, Mr Lawn are considered enemy. JL and TD would never be friends and here I am between them. Between the two family. I gasp all of a sudden and I shuddered. Keach has already sagged her shoulder in resignation.

One of the reasons they fear Desmond her boss because no one wants the stone-less female killer on their tail. "Exactly who the fuck are you!? " Desmond who's been glaring dangerously at the man asked angrily raising his voice and his face squeezing in a hard scowl. "Oh yes! I forgot...I am Morgan Teddison Donahue, the son and only surviving child of Mafia lord Stockholm Donahue and the rightful heir to the Donahue empire. ...wait didn't you receive my letter or hear about me? oh, I guess, you didn't. Anyway now you know Elliot."