Zac Efron Parents Novels & Stories

She donned a timeless dress that draped elegantly over her figure, the fabric flowing with every graceful movement. Meanwhile, Mr. Murphy, his eyes twinkling with charm, welcomed us with a warm smile. His silver hair gleamed under the soft light, and his presence radiated magnetic charisma. Despite his age, he exuded an ageless charm that captivated those around him. Zoe, a spitting image of her mother in every aspect except for her father’s piercing blue eyes, stood proudly beside them. “Mira, meet my parents, Margaret and Edward Murphy,” Zoe introduced with a warm smile.

I slammed my body on the soft mattress and close my eyes while trying to reach the pillow beside me. Although I am attempting to sleep, my mind is in chaos thinking about Zacharias Eron. I cannot fully believe that his father is Carter Cortezi because if that is the case then he is a Cortezi. But looking back to what he told me, that make sense. But the real question is, how? How did he become the son of Carter Cortezi when he only had a one child. Yes, I know Carter Cortezi because his daughter's name is Celeste Astraea Cortezi.

Ryan, and Jeremy chorused while Zeke and Chloe only watched. “Did you know about Elena’s children?” “I do,” Zeke said, and then Chloe answered too. “Me too,” Ryan answered. “I just found out today,” Jeremy answered. “Who is the father?” “Me,” Zeke answered. Brenda widened her eyes at the apparent answer and then covered her mouth with her hands. “Y… you have children?!” “Yes.” “Zeke!” Brenda hollered. Was she mad? It was not like she hated Elena, but she did not really pay attention to her either.

At noon, Xena and her mother, Zoe Spencer, joined Fiona and her mother, Gloria York, for lunch at an upscale restaurant. Zoe was in her early fifties and still carried herself with grace. Once a struggling bit-part actress, she had been sent abroad while pregnant and endured a hard life for eighteen years. Everything changed the year Xena turned eighteen. Overnight, her circumstances shifted. From washing dishes to survive, she became known as the mother of an international concert pianist, suddenly surrounded by envy.

The pink colour off-shoulder gown complemented her glowing pale skin tone. " Almost. Just wearing my shoes," he answered chuckling. Bianca reminded him letting out a sarcastic chuckle," Mr Hernandez was complaining that you are taking time like women." " Whatever!!" Ajax rolled his eyes. Ajax doesn't have that loving relationship with his father Mr Ceaser Hernandez who is none other than a billionaire mafia. Ceaser wants his son to be like him but Ajax seems to be doing everything opposite of his father.

Zach groaned dramatically from the ground, his face a flawless picture of exasperated disbelief as he watched the neighboring family get awarded the first-place ribbons. "This is entirely your fault, Dad!" Zendaya scolded with a sharp, dramatic huff, crossing her arms as she stared down at her father. "Your timing was completely off!" Cyan and Mona simply traded amused glances from their spot on the grass. Watching the two of them bicker back and forth, Cyan couldn't help but marvel at the undeniable genetic blueprint before her. They were absolute carbon copies of one another. The exact same stubborn attitude. The exact same dramatic facial expression.

The child had dark hair, a serious, aristocratic little face, and a pair of piercing, terrifyingly familiar steel-gray eyes. Ethan stopped breathing. He swiped to the next image. It was a Geneva birth certificate. Mother: Zara Sterling Frost. Father: Ethan Cole. Ethan stared at the glowing screen as the world around him shattered into a million pieces.

I replied, easing a little so I could sit near her. “Don Felix Alcaraz married his late wife, Donita Cojuanco,” she began. “Since both of them came from ultra-wealthy families in Metro Manila, such a power move became the pillar of their success not only in the legal side of the business arena but also in the underworld. Later on, their son Demitre married a woman who also came from a powerful family. Her name is Rita Estrada. And they are the parents of your husband.” I blinked my eyes, silently tying the knots together. “A-are you saying that R-Rios—”

“Oh, there you are. Where is Helena? Is she still sleeping in? I wanted to show her how I make my casserole so she can make it when you two go back to the big city, you’ll eat better than everything store bought.” “She is not sleeping in , mom. In fact, she left early.” “What did you do?” Both his parents gave him a stern look like he did something awful, a crime, an unforgiveable crime. It is a result of not having female children that they love the in laws better than their own child. Zac assumes that his parents will be doting grandparents to Chris’ son but will definitely be a great pain in the ass. “Relax, it is work related. She is just in their Texas office to settle business proposa

Alec’s face was plastered across every magazine cover from Forbes to Vogue Noir. And the wolves began to circle. ⸻ Zara expected chaos. She was ready for paparazzi, trolls, even fake friends crawling back from the grave. She wasn’t ready for her mother. “Zara Elizabeth Lane,” came the sharp voice on the phone. “Explain to me why I’m finding out from TikTok that you’re sleeping with Alec Blackwell?” Zara exhaled slowly. “Hi, Mom.” “Oh don’t you hi Mom me! He’s the son of Charles Blackwell. You remember Charles, right? The one who tried to ruin your father’s firm?”