Amazing Son Novels & Stories

"Jon, I made these barbecue ribs just for you. Eat up." At the dinner table, my wife's stepbrother, William Small, kept piling food onto my son Jonathan Barkley's plate. The fatherly affection in his eyes was impossible to miss. A moment later, he got up and walked over to the couch, returning with a robot toy set. "This is for you. Do you like it?" Ten-year-old Jonathan thanked him politely. "I love it. Thank you, Uncle William."

Butterflies drifted lazily through the blooms, and above it all, the sky stretched out endlessly, vast and blue, like a promise I wasn’t sure I believed in anymore. For a fragile moment of peace, I let myself imagine I was someone else—someone who had already made it through every storm. Cinderella, maybe. Well, not really. I was alone. But alive and breathing. And technically, not alone at all. I had the greatest gift life could ever give me: my son. Daven Prince Essen. My boy was nearly nine now. And as much as I tried not to admit it, he was Damon’s reflection in miniature. The same quiet intensity. The sharp intelligence.

The mass of red hair like his father and the cute little nose like his Mamma has all us fawning over him. This is the first time I have seen my Aunt Lilith look genuinely happy in a very long time. She looks down at her first Grandson with so much love. Uncle Haggen stands beside her looking at the next Beta in his bloodline with a look of pride. Amphion takes his son as the doors open and a nurse wheels out Diona. “Everyone meet our son, future Beta of the Royal pack, Gunnar!” Amphion introduces us to his son, he hands the baby to his mate, kissing her on the cheek. She smiles up at her mate looking so happy but tired as she hugs her new born son to her.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel sweat breaking out on my neck. For the first time in my adult life, I had completely lost my composure. "I am seven years old, Silas Mercer. You do the math." I stood up so abruptly my chair scraped loudly against the floor. I didn't need a DNA test. The proof was sitting right there, wearing a backpack and judging me with my own eyes. This boy, this brilliant, terrifying little boy... is my son. I'm already a father?

I fed Jeremy a bottle and when he was asleep I decided to lay down a bit also, when I felt my phone vibrate, assuming it was my father I immediately opened it, Unknown number: You had my fucking son and didn’t even bother to send me a picture. Where are you Kay? I want to see him! He’s mine also you can’t fucking keep him from me. You are both mine don’t fucking forget it, I’ll find you before you know it.

" and wanted the mirror to repeat my name. But at the same time, I know I don't need to. Because I am beautiful, and that is enough, I don't need to compare myself especially since I am the most beautiful to the man who matters the most to me. " Mommy!!! " I turn immediately for my son to wrap his little arms around my legs and before I can hug him back, he pulls away and looks at me in awe, the same awe look he gives his favorite superhero Captain America. " You are an angel, " he speaks with his eyes wide as if I am some magic and he is seeing me for the first time. "Beautiful. "my heart melts as I look at the innocence in my son's, eye.

Has My Position Dropped Now? At ten o'clock in the evening, Han Zoku and his son just arrived at their house. The fence had opened, and Han Zoku entered his car straight into the garage. He opened the car door and picked up his sleeping son. Han walked slowly, and the door was opened from the inside. "Amazing! You're so amazing, taking your son to work then coming home after ten, do you think that's appropriate for his age? Huh, I'm really mad at you!"

His gaze shifted from the monitor to the nurse, then to Elena, who simply raised an eyebrow as if to say, Well, do you? After a moment, Liam nodded. “Yeah… I think I’d like to know.” The nurse smiled, her fingers moving across the machine’s controls as she examined the image more closely. After a few moments, she glanced back at Elena and then at Liam and said in a cheery vouc, “Congratulations—it looks like you’re having a boy.” Liam’s breath caught in his throat. A son. The reality hit him harder than he’d expected. He was going to have a son!?

He touched my tummy and then stared at my face. "So bad we lost this little dude." Oh, I get it now. The doctor had already broken the news to him. Indeed Joanna said it, he looked devastated. "We did? Oh my god." I said and placed my hand on my Tommy. Tears welled up In my eyes, I cried like my life depended on it. Joanna smiled from behind but I didn't ignore her and continued with my tears. "Serena did this, she's the reason I lost my son. Honey, she's the reason we lost our heir." I said as tears kept rolling down my cheek.