Blue Bloods Reverend Potter Son Episode Novels & Stories

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.

"He makes 450 bucks a month. He can barely support himself. Now his wife's pregnant. It'd be a miracle if he stopped asking for money from you. Do you really expect him to take care of you after you retire? Dad, have you lost your mind?" "You ungrateful brat!" My dad trembled with rage and raised his hand to hit me. I didn't move. "Go ahead," I said while staring at him. "If you hit me today, whatever we have left as father and son ends here." His hand froze midair. It then slowly dropped. My mom burst into tears. "Evan, stop upsetting your father. He's in terrible condition–" "I'm upsetting him?" I turned to her and spoke word by word. "Mom, I'll ask you one last time. What exactly are you

Anna POV I saw my son standing outside watching a car drive away. "Dave? Why are you back so soon?" I asked him. "Mother!" He yelled and ran to me. He hugged me tightly and started crying. "What happened Dave? Did you get fired?" I asked, hoping he didn't. "No mother. These are tears of joy. Mother our lives have changed for the better." He said. "Really? How? I mean, what happened?" I asked anxiously.

THE PREACHER'S SON ✝ Richee Jay ✍🏽✍🏽 Episode Eleven Finally, my parents were out of the way and I quickly dialed Morgan's number. "Hey!" I smiled when he picked up after the second ring. "I guess your parents are finally out of town?" Morgan asked, sensing my excitement. "Yes, they are." I replied. "I thought so too. Are we still up for tomorrow?" Morgan asked. "Sure, we are." I replied.

The exam room's door was forcefully pushed open, and two bodyguards brought in a man with dyed hair. The man was firmly pressed into a seat and couldn't move a muscle. This man looked familiar to Debra. If she remembered correctly, he should be the second son of the Potter family. In her last life, Jordan was arrogant and hot-tempered, but he had a knack for business. In the end, he took over the Potter family's business from his frail elder brother, Andrew Potter. He was not an ordinary person. "I'm not doing it." Jordan's voice broke the silence in the exam room.

I had just finished my night shift and was eating tacos at a roadside stand when my phone suddenly buzzed. "Are you Kevin Weston's father?" "Please come to the Southvale police station. Kevin smashed the windshield of a luxury car parked by the road. The owner is demanding 50,000 dollars in compensation!" The officer's stern voice came through the phone. I froze. The taco I had just picked up with my fork slipped right back onto my plate. "Officer, you must have the wrong person. My son drowned and died three years ago. We even have his death certificate." But the officer clearly didn't believe me. He flipped through some records and continued, "You're Justin Weston, a security guard at the

"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.

His leather shoe came down on my chest as I bit back the pain. He crouched down and looked at me. "You want this back? Sure? Just kneel in front of me, crawl between my legs, then shout loudly that you shouldn't have been a homewrecker." "You—" "What? Don't you want your son back?" He raised the urn as if he were about to smash it onto the ground. The seconds dragged by. My hands trembled as I slowly climbed onto my hands and knees, then crawled between his legs in utter humiliation.

Seconds after the text was sent, the group chat erupted into chaos. My father quickly sent through a string of question marks. Grandma Lily: ??? Grandpa Mark: Are you home, darling grandson? Do you have a new girlfriend? Grandpa Stephen: What’s going on? You dare to cheat on my son? Mom: I’m innocent! What a horrible accusation to make! Son, don’t talk nonsense. What boytoy are you talking about? I’m in a meeting at the university!

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"