Maya And Carina Fanfiction

"Daddy?" The small voice stopped Logan Hayes in his tracks, and his heart skipped a beat. He turned to face the boy staring up at him with wide eyes, eyes that reflected his own. "What did you call me?" Logan asked, his voice thick with disbelief and surprise, he has been waiting all his life for someone to call him a dad. "You're back?" Maya Dawson’s voice cut through the air, tense with shock and an unmistakable hint of anger. Logan turned slowly, meeting the gaze of the woman he had spent five years dreaming of. "I never wanted to leave." His words came out as a plea, filled with emotion. Maya shook her head, with a cold tone. "You didn't just leave, Logan. You disappeared." Logan stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. "You think I abandoned you? It was your family, Maya. They forced me out. I fought my way back for you only to find you married to someone else." Her voice wavered as she whispered, "You have no right to come back and disrupt my life now. Richard is my husband." Logan's voice dropped to a low, intense whisper. "Is he my son?" Maya’s silence told him everything. Five years ago, Logan Hayes was forced out of Maya Dawson’s life, pressured by her powerful family into walking away from their marriage. Once a struggling dock worker and the illegitimate son of the Carlton family, Logan left without a word, leaving Maya heartbroken and convinced he had abandoned her.

🩸 ULTIMATE NECROMANCER SYNOPSIS Kaelen was supposed to die. Crushed beneath the weight of a collapsing raid boss and his own piss-poor judgment, he welcomed oblivion like an old drinking buddy with a grudge. Instead, he woke up naked, undead, and holding a glowing black tome that whispered sweet apocalypses into his ear like a horny banshee with no sense of personal space. Now the world is his buffet, and death is just the starter. Armed with a god-tier necromancer class, Kaelen doesn’t build an army—he cultivates a fucking family of unhinged monsters. From Nyssara, his banshee lieutenant who flirts through evisceration, to Mourn, the disgruntled bone-construct with attachment issues, his undead legion is a trauma-bonded mess of love, war, and co-dependence. The gods have rules. Kaelen writes fanfiction about breaking them. Welcome to a world where magic is a drug, love is weaponized, and the word "cunt" is a comma.