Dennis started a Cassandra speechless, he never knew that he was a stolen child, no one told him about this.
He glared deeply at Cassandra with tears in his eyes. If he is kidnapped, his parents must know something about this, they only told him that he is their foster son and nothing else.
"What is the name of my father?" He asked Cassandra who looked up at him.
She looked like she was thinking deeply to remember his name, "His name is John Dutch" she replied and Dennis eyes some in shock.
He looked at Cassandra as great shock filled his body, his ears unable to believe her words because John Dutch is no one else but the name of his foster Mafia father.
Mrs Johnson quickly let go of Cassandra's grip and stared at her daughter with stunned eyes. Cassandra could see her mum's face suddenly turn white as a ghost, her face not leaving her daughter."You mean you have seen Kate's son?" Her mother asked still in shock, her eyes not leaving Cassandra who nodded in affirmation.Mrs Johnson glanced at the door expecting whoever it was to walk into the house, "Where is he?" She asked as tears slowly appeared in her eyes.Cassandra looked down at the ground and back to her mother's face, she shook her head, "He isn't here with me mother but you have met him".Mrs Johnson stared at her daughter so confused, she couldn't understand Cassandra at all and w
"How could you let him leave Italy and come here to the US" Mrs Johnson said on the call, she glanced at Cassandra who slept peacefully on the couch."You don't expect me to keep him captive for so many years Vivian, Dennis is now an adult and he can detect for himself. It has been years since you helped me take him out of the hospital twenty five years ago but right now, I don't have any other thing to do anymore to keep him from doing what he wants". John Dutch responded as he smoked his pipe slowly."But you shouldn't have" Mrs Johnson snapped with anger,"Now things are so messed up because my daughter is in love with him without knowing that he is no one else but her nephew" she fired back, glanced at Cassandra and was happy that she is still asleep.
"Hurry.. Hurry...! Let's get the hell out of here before they get to us, immediately!""I just hope no one catches us here, cos if they do, I don't think they'll spare us for any reason!""Yes, you're right! Let's go...!!!"Just a few stamps away from their hideout, resounding steps blasted as it disrupted the stability of the earth."Hey, Hey! Don't you dare to take a tread, else...!" A masculine voice interrupted as their movement instantly came to a halt!"Oh no.. they're here...!""We're finished sist!"With a few qui
One night, while walking in the park, he ran into a were and, not long afterwards, a white horse with dark, silky mane and tail, the same animal he had seen when he woke up, took him to the place of magic. There, he saw a woman who possessed a child of pure magic, the magic that would protect him against the other werewolves. Then the woman spoke to him."This is the story of Alita Creator's forara. She is the power that protects you, and this is her child, her son. He will help you against the werewolves until you find her. If you can defeat him, the enemies will be forced to respect you. The rules of the covenants will be suspended, and their soldiers will be impeded. But when the werewolf is destroyed, the rule of the Covenants will return to normal, and there will be war against you again. You will lose and you will be destroyed, but we will bring you back to life in a different way
Without anyone being around, she took out her phone, stretching it towards him."Here, let's talk over the phone!" She commanded. A wink released, left Malison hunting for more."Wow! So bold...! I must have her tonight!" He promised. Swiftly, he grabbed her phone, dialed his contact in and saved it. With no delays, he dialed his line. "Here please" he said, returning the phone to its owner."Alright then!""Please hold on!" He beckoned again."Can I call you?""Sure!" Malison nodded and his lips curled in amusement, accompanied with a smirk.
"Oh my gosh, that was so real..!" Malison yelled as he hopped out of his bed, pacing around his room. A scented smell filled his nostrils like the fresh morning dew. Sniffing in the sweet smell through the openings, he smiled as he sat on the edge of his mattress. He loved mornings like this. He had not slept well all night, but that wasn't his problem. He sighed as he stretched his arms out, opening them wide. He slipped a black gown over his shoulders as he ran his hand over the bed with a grin, slowly lying back on it, moving it to the middle and then jerked it up, ripping the straps, tossing it into a corner. After filling it with his favorite drawers, he swung his leg over the edge, stretching his quads as he looked out the window.Pulling his black hair back and running his fingers over his shoulder blades, a sexy figure slowly walked in. Fair skinned, her hair curled to one side
"Always remember this, try to control your anger, else, with your personality of a mixed heritage, you won't hesitate to destroy the world in a blink." The voice echoed again into his ears. His wolf and vampire has been charged up again. A flash of blue light flitted around his deep eyes. His left arm pressed tightly against his chest. The scratch marks and his scars were filled with pain. He knows that he is still being hunted by his father's blood magic. He took in a deep breath to try and ease the pain. His right hand still holding a picture of his mother smiling as she looked at him. His eyes slowly opened. It was dark and in the darkness he felt his eyes burn with frustration. The brown haired male standing with a bound and gazed at Jenny as he was staring at him. His voice was extremely emotional. His gaze flitted over his body, nothing seemed out of place. His face was covered in a tingling sensation of warmth.
"I mean, you're Joey..?" I froze.The heavy electric guitar riff began as a continuation of the last track in my head like the sound of distant thunder. There were a few moments of silence when it sounded like a tune was escaping from the speakers, but finally, the guitar turned into lyrics, and there were no more thoughts to accompany the band. I iced, breathing so heavily with my hands right by my sides, feeling like they were paralized. My entire body trembled from within, and as he saw me so rigidly with my lips slightly parted."Hey, what's wrong? Did I say anything wrong?" He held me as I was gradually slipping to the ground. Nothing I could answer.Nothing anyone I could say. He pulled me up, back to my feet. He didn't make me stand. He just grabbed my arm and p