Yato Father Novels & Stories

"Y-You son of a—" "A what? Hmm?" kwestyon niya. "Cute,” inis kong sabi. "Is my dad cute?" he asked. "Tito Vince is more handsome than you," wika ko bahagyang nagsisisnungaling dahil para sa akin mas gwapo talaga siya dahil pinaghalong Tita Miyu at Tito Vince but tito and him have the same eyes. "Oh really?" "It's fine, he's my father after all,” he said and stood up, placed his hand in his pockets and glanced at me.

Whatever the reason is as long as he can kill Kylo Lucian everything will be fine. Matalim niyang tinitigan ang malaking litrato na nasa pader,it was a family photo.Kinuyom niya ang mga palad at malakas na sinuntok ito dahilan para mabasag ang frame at mahulog ito sa sahig. He hates his Father so much.Kung kaya lang niyang burahin ito sa mundo ay ginawa niya na.A Father who never act like one. That night when Kylo Lucian lost his parents he was happy,imagining if that was his parents he would have been so happy sending them off.But Kylo,he didn't felt the same?

Sabi ko. Yuta studied me for a moment, as if weighing his words. "Well, anong gusto mong malaman?" "How did Ryu at a very young age became a Yakuza leader?" Napahinto si Yuta. Maya't maya ay natawa sya. Napakunog nalang ako ng noo. What's funny? "Mads, we're not Yakuza." "Ano?" I'm confuse. "We're not affliated with any Yakuza group. Ryuketsu is an independent organized crime family." Aniya, "This was established by Ryu's grandfather, then it was passed down to his father until Ryu."

Tanging sa mga litrato at paintings ko lang ito nakikita. Senyorito Victorico Castellano, the late Senyor and Senyora's eldest son and Zaro's older brother. The first born. For some reason, he neglected to visit their hometown for almost a decade. But now, what is he doing here? He aged, yes. I was only able to see his younger version through the old pictures and paintings. He's even technically looking more matured and older than their uncle, Senyor Danilo. Pero sigurado ako sa nakita. Siya ang matipunong ginoo na 'yon.

Binalingan niya ako. “Hoy! Daddy?” Napakurap-kurap siya. “May daddy siya? Akala ko ba single mom ka?” Hindi ko siya masagot dahil sa pulang-pula na talaga ako. “I have a daddy and he’s name is Yohan,” sagot ng anak ko na ikinalaglag ng panga ni Jane. “Hoy! Grabe!” Tumili siya sabay palo sa braso ko. Napangiwi ako sa kanyang ginawa. “Sabi ka na! Kaya pala!”

Ito yata ang unang beses niyang sasabihin iyon sa ibang tao at aaminin sa sarili niya ang katotohanan. "Ano iyon?" "He's Nate's biological father." "What?!" sigaw ni Paulo na dahilan para mailayo ni Yanna ang cellphone sa kanya dahil sa gulat. Nagbuga ng hininga si Yanna bago sinimulang ipaliwanag ang lahat.

Masasabi niyang hindi man ito kasing yaman ng pamilya niya o ni Drake, halatang may kaya din ang pamilya ng mga Ynares. Ilang sandali pa'y isang lalaking nakawheel chair ang parating sa gawi nila habang tulak-tulak ng isang nurse. Napalingon naman siya kay Drake. "Siya na ba ang dating abogado ng Daddy ko?" Tanong pa niya. Tipid na tumango si Drake. "Yes, wife. He's Arturo Ynares. He's working for your late grandfather and father before Arthur, his son took over his position in the Nagamori Empire."

999%** **CONCLUSION: The alleged father (ZENO VALMONTE) cannot be excluded as the biological father of the child (ZION VALDERAMA). Binitawan ni Zeno ang papel. Dahan-dahan itong bumagsak sa ibabaw ng makintab na mesa, ngunit ang tunog niyon sa pandinig ni Zeno ay tila isang dambuhalang gusali na gumuho.

“My mother did everything she could to aid my father, it was complicated too since my mother’s side was more on the legal. Limitado ang kaniyang magagawa because they need to make sure that the law would not touch my father. I know there story is complicated, but let us not ponder on that. Going back, the fight lasted long. There came to the point where the company nearly broke. So my father handled Ayasaki with his own hands,” Naramdaman ko ang tensiyon sa paligid ni Juancho pagkabanggit niya ng pangalang iyon. “Sino si Ayasaki?” “He was the leader of the yakuza, he had a personal grudge on my father, turns out they were friends before but he was engulfed in envy.” Ang kwento ng kaniyang mg

muling biro ng kaniyang ama, ginulo nang bahagya ang buhok nito. “Anyway, Lolo, do you know who my father is? I really want to know him, but Mommy doesn't want to tell me about him.” Yumuko ang bata sabay buntong-hininga. Nakatinginan silang tatlo. Siya, si Don Ybarro, at Gracia. Nang makahuma ay kaagad inakbayan ni Gracia ang bata. “What is your name, sweetheart?” malambing nitong tanong.