Arnold Swansinger Son Novels & Stories

“Mind the way you talk about my son Arnold!” Grandpa Dones tapped his aid stick against the marble floor. “This is a family dinner Ronald and this will be the last time you slam your hands against my dinning table!” Ronald creased his brows. “Didn't you hear what Arnold said?” “I did and he's right, why hasn't your son been able to woo Chairman Lucas's daughter?” Grandpa Dones questioned and the latter didn't say anything and just angrily fisted his palms. Kingston on the other hand sighed. “Just give me a little more time, I'll see what I can do.”

We came down to join the party that was already generating downstairs. The first person I met was Samantha's father, Arnold. He is the son of Mr Smith's elder brother but Aaron is a year older as Mr Smith had given birth earlier. Arnold is quite the opposite of Aaron. Calm and tolerable. If I can recall years back when he had visited for Christmas, he stood up to Aaron for the first time because Aaron had bullied me for going on a random walk with Arnold. Still can't believe why Aaron was so sensitive when it came to me then. Arnold does forget my name sometimes too.

That was Venice, a British by nationality and a wolf like me. He actually had a heartbreak because of his mate. After rejecting his whore of a mate, a cheater, as I should call her since she cheated Venice with two random lovers, he gave us a call. "Anything for you, homie." I slapped his back as I was sitting next to him. "Yeah, we can even screw your freaking mate if you want." Arnold was the son of my father's best friend. We grew up together and became best friends ourselves. He's Italian by birth, but later he shifted to New York in our pack on dad's insistence. His father can see visions. So you know how important he is to the pack.

My father already sold me off to him and my mother, I know she can survive without me, she had been doing that since I got sold out so tell me why I should not end my life" Galene screamed like a lunatic, her voice rising and echoing round the room. One could tell how broken she was. Arnold sniffed wiping off his tears. He could no longer control the stream of tears falling from his eyes. He walked up to his son and crouched. He took hold of Damien's hand as a single tear dropped on it. "Son, this is Arnold your father" he paused and sniffed. "I am alive and I want to tell you I did not kill my father, your grandfather. It was Harold who did. I know you might not believe but I have no reason

Arnold adjusted his blazer, gawking at Callan who was grinning ear to ear. "I am Callan Barlowe, the CEO of Barlowe Holdings ." Callan quickly introduced himself before his mother did. "I have heard about you and I must say that you are a great young man. Just the type that I want for a son-in-law." Arnold grinned. "Common, let's move over to the dining table, my daughters will soon be out." He said, pointing towards the dining area. "Sure," Elizabeth looked at her son and he nudged her with his head. She smiled, following behind Arnold as he ambled over to the dining room.

"But don't worry. You're my son-in-law. I won't stand by and do nothing. "For the time being, you can either lay low and avoid drawing attention, or you can come to work with me. That way, I can keep you safe." Gideon smiled. "Dad, I appreciate your concern, but I'm now the head of the Snow family. I have to handle the family's business." Arnold was taken aback. "You're the head of the Snow family? What about Cormac?" "He's dead." "Dead? How did he die? Why would a person die so suddenly?"

Arnold looked at his secretary, not sure where he was headed. “Yeah, so what?” he snaps. “Well, I did some digging and discovered she is not only the daughter of the proprietor of Lanvack University but also a huge fan of your brother. She will do anything to have him for a night” A broad grin spreads across Arnold's face like someone who has just found his perfect prey.

Avita, who had been ridiculed yet again, drew back and looked at him with a puffed face, retorting cutely, "umphh, you are the child. Your entire family is one!" "Yes, yes, you aren't a child, I am a child!" he reassured her as he agreed with her laughingly. Miguel no longer felt fifty years old when he was like this. He had the impression that he was much younger. One would never guess how envious he was of his own son. Arnold was twenty-eight years old at the time when love, profession, and other things were blossoming. He has no grey or white hair and is not concerned about his illness.

His wife nodded. She rarely talked. Did talking also hurt? I feel sorry for her already. "But for now, since we are still in the process, you can still play with my daughter. Kelly. She is a nice kid and won't give you any headaches." "Yes, Grandpa. I am a good kid. Miss Abby, my teacher said so. I can be your baby for now." "Of course you are, child," Arnold responded. "My wife and I are happy that you are with us. I have an idea. Why don't you go with me when you return home after school?"

Arnold said sternly So Arabelle kept shut "Young man, I suggest you thread wisely else I will unleash my wrath on you." Arnold said to his son "Dad I don't understand." Antonio said "Okay then since you want me to say it, I will... Did you sleep with her?" Arnold asked "I... um..." Antonio said stammering "Did you use protection?" Arnold asked again "I did father." Antonio said humbly "Apparently it didn't work because her mother just came to me to report my very own son to me over such a disgraceful act." Arnold said