Amazing Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

"He's got an amazing family to guide him." I smile. "Yes, he does." I don't think I could possibly ask for anything more. Our world is peaceful, and we have people around us that’ll ensure it stays that way. I also have the most amazing mate and the most adorable son, who may or may not have siblings in the future. I would say my life is absolutely fucking perfect now!

"Your son has been humiliated so many times. Don't you feel sorry for him? Just let him shut his friends' mouths this time." Valentino said, "No, Dad. It's not time yet. Just leave it like this for now." "What!? You-" Thomas angrily turned off the line. "You are stubborn. How could he not want to help his own son? Why does your son still insist on not wanting Vesa to get anything better? What's the point-" His voice was cut off when his phone rang again. The tone of his cell phone was deliberately set to a high enough tone because Thomas Miller had suffered a rather severe hearing loss at the age of eighty.

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

Ammie took one wrapped in a blue blanket and brought him over to me. “Chase this is our son.” She said smiling as she handed him into my arms. I look down and saw my son for the first time. He is perfect and looks strong already. “He will make a fine Alpha one day,” I say as he wraps his hand around my finger. Then Ammie brings over our daughter, “Meet our daughter, Cammie.”

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

If she knew it was their son, what would she think? So their child was already that capable, and she had no clue. He explained, “Yes, we cooperate. Their CEO is a very capable young man. Can you believe it?” “Wow…” Her eyes sparkled. “Then his parents must have amazing genes.” Benjamin’s smile turned meaningful. “Of course. At his age, he’s already running a company. Much more impressive than I was.” Back then, he had been hardworking, yes—but not on that level. Amanda thought of her four sons and beamed with pride. “My four boys are amazing too.”

But money opened all the doors in this city, even the ones which were supposed to be confidential. Amber’s watch buzzed and made her jump. She scanned over a text from her father asking if she was okay. No, she fucking wasn’t, but she promised she’d be out in ten minutes. She quickly snapped photos of the contents of the file. Though she knew the images of her son were now permanently etched into her head and her heart. Preston liked Santa and playing baseball. He was lucky enough not to get that dimple in his chin, but he had dimpled cheeks. He was the most handsome little boy in the world of course.

"If you like him more than a brother, there is no problem with that." I looked at her doubtfully. Is she really okay with this? I mean, her only son likes men. Shouldn't she be disappointed? "Aren't you... disappointed?" She gasped. "Why would I be? You're to be proud of. Do you know what Alexa told me about you? She said you are a selfless ray of sunshine. A type of person who would feed his arm to the hungry. Why would I not be proud of you? Even without those, you are my son. I gave birth to you. You might as well do nothing and I'd still be proud of you."

Yet, it seemed God had given her a son with intelligence far beyond his years. “I’m happy you’re thinking ahead, Ray. But couldn’t you choose something a bit simpler?” Amora asked, trying to understand his perspective. Rayden paused, lowering his head slightly. “There’s not much I can do with my physical condition, Mom,” he murmured softly, his words hitting Amora like a ton of bricks. Amora froze, at a loss for words in response to her son’s thoughts. “Ray ….” She pulled him into a tight hug. “To me, you’re the most amazing son. You know that, right? I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

Every greets me with a smile and takes my hand, impregnating me with his scent. "It is evident that the madness that my wife and son have planned, have borne the fruits that we had hoped for years ago and for making that possible I want to thank you. For, it would never have crossed my mind that my son would actually be able to relate to other people as he is doing now.