Amazing Son Novels & Stories

"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

Eugene stood right beside her with his head lowered, as though he had suffered great injustice. Ms. Hill held her phone out in front of me. "Take a look at this." Late last night, an anonymous post had popped up on the school forum. The title of the post was incredibly direct, and the content was even more so. It claimed that Eugene wasn't Ian's biological son, yet he was hogging all the resources because Ian was spending money to pave the way for him. It also implied that Ian had abandoned his ex-wife and biological daughter just to turn around and raise someone else's kid.

"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."

"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.

Unknown number: I’ll call every fucking hospital in the state until I find out where you had my son, I will fucking find you. Unknown number: I miss you so much can I please meet my son, we are supposed to be a family. Let me be part of your lives, I want to be there for my son the way my father wasn’t. Unknown number: I love you Kay, I know I fucked up, can you please forgive me I promise you no more shit, I’m done with the drinking and drugs let me show you how much I’ve changed.

" 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.

“Freedom won’t keep you warm when you’re old.” He stood, stretched, then did a little spin. “Come on, Mum. It’ll be wicked to tie all this handsomeness to one woman. Look at me, fresh, wealthy, wanted. The CEO of King’s Company. The nation’s most eligible bachelor.” He walked over and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry, I’m your son. That’s enough legacy.” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the tiny smile. **************************8 Amaya’s phone rang loud enough to pull her out of deep sleep. She reached over, fumbled a little, and answered.