Amazing Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

An affectionate smile formed on her lips as she watched her son’s romantic gesture. "Gabriel, you really know how to treat a woman," she commented, her eyes shining with pride. He paused for a moment and smiled at his mother. "I’m just taking care of the woman of my life, Mom." Dona Amélia nodded, her heart warmed. "She’s lucky, but so are you, my son. You two make a beautiful couple."

Lisa smiled at him in lieu of a greeting and continued her conversation with Amelia. "—exceedingly brilliant. His father's son for sure." Ethan stood off to the side, looking every bit embarrassed. "He doesn't like people talking about her," Alec informed his father quietly. Sebestian nodded and placed him down, patting his son's head affectionately. He made his way over to where Ethan was standing, wringing his hands together. "Hey baby boy." He looked up at him and smiled. "Hi Daddy!" Sebestian's heart warmed a bit to hear some excitement in his son's voice. He scooped him up too, making sure his shirt wasn't in such a way that would expose him. He smiled, pleased by the gesture.

“I can't tell yet since they are very much far from us.” This is actually impressive, I must say. Something even I could hardly tell us what Amon found out without a hair's breadth. Doesn't this mean that he had the qualities of a warrior? Something that I could not even achieve. More than anyone, I'm proud of Amon and how good he has become. I'm sure that Elizabeth would be more than glad to see her son this smart. What am I even saying? My mate is very intelligent, so I'm not surprised her son learns so quickly.

Before Felix could check the suit he was wearing, the door opened and a little angel who had worn a suit made by a professional tailor in just one night smiled at him. "Daddy." Sean called out and walked towards his well-groomed daddy. Felix gave him a big smile in return and immediately asked his son to come closer and then he took him in his arms, "What a handsome boy father." God, Felix never believed he could be that happy. To have such a wonderful son and soon he would have the woman he wanted so badly. "Handsome like Daddy," Sean replied, seemingly teasing his father who was indeed looking extraordinarily handsome at that moment.

I hope to make a comeback soon. When Archer Williams read the message from his son, Alec Williams, he chuckled. His heart bursting with pride. He finally had a worthy heir to brag to people. Hmph, how could that d*mn Anderson reject my son now? A person who was behind him, gave him a strange look. Old Williams also stared at him, as he pushed his cell phone to the man's face. "See, what my son did? I'm so proud of him. He is just like me when I was of his age. Do you want to hear more about my son's abilities? He is intending--"

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

The Sovereign. Whatever he was. That reaction told everyone enough. Lucas noticed. A hint of amusement touched his face. "You finally told them." Frank couldn't answer. Lucas nodded. "Good." Then his eyes shifted toward Ethan. The bruised boy stiffened. Lucas studied him briefly. Then he looked at Damon. "Your son is brave." Damon's expression hardened. "Stay away from him." Lucas shrugged. "Fair." The response felt oddly normal. Too normal. Savannah hated it.

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

The Cullinan tore down the road. After the hospital bandaged me up, I took him to the children's ward. I stood outside the glass, pointed in at a small boy playing with toys. "That's my son. Damian." Damian looked like me. But he had Lorenzo's softness. Lorenzo's stubbornness. He was my last ray of light in this world. And he was dying. Almost seven years old, and so small it broke my heart. Lorenzo stared at him. The light in his eyes went out inch by inch.

"I've got nothing left. The restaurant's gone, and I'm a hundred grand in debt from that hotel lease. You still want to call me 'mom'?" He hesitated for a split second. "Money or no money, you're still my mom! I'll find a job soon, and I'll help pay it all off!" I pushed the door open wider. "Fine. Come in." If he was really sincere, I'd see soon enough. Or maybe he had another angle—only one way to find out. Back at the old house, Henry played the role of devoted son perfectly. He handled every chore, cooked, and left at dawn each day to "look for work." Honestly, he seemed like a different person.