Book The Son Novels & Stories

"Did you do this to my son, Sophie?!" I caught her wrist, and she frowned from the pain as I had used a little too much force. "Mrs. Jameson." I released her hand and took a step back. "Your son contracted a sexually-transmitted disease, which his newlywed wife, Rita Sloane, transmitted to him. Do you need me to give you a copy of his medical report?" Her face turned pale instantly, while Scott's father leaned against the wall, looking as if he had aged ten years. "Scott… Is it true that he…" His voice quivered.

He just raised an eyebrow like he was encouraging me to keep going. “Your son is older than me, sir,” I continued, voice rising, hands flailing, my face on fire. “Like, your actual son is older than me. I’m barely nineteen. This is my first week. I’m a freshman. I came here to study literature, not to get… seduced in your fucking office.” Still nothing. Not even a flicker of guilt. He just watched me with those heavy-lidded eyes like he’d already seen this show before and knew how it ended.

“You’re right, Mom. I do need to take a long, hard look at myself. So do you.” My mother scoffed. “What exactly have I done wrong?” “Come on out, little brother.” The bodyguards stepped aside, allowing a man to walk forward. The moment my father saw him, his lips began to tremble. He could not say a word. “Dad, you recognize him, don’t you?” I asked with a smile. The man was perfectly at ease. He stepped right up and said, “Hi, Dad. Hello, madam.” So, when did I first discover that my father had an illegitimate son?

I went to stand next to my father on the stage. "I have an announcement to make. All of you know that Grayson isn't my biological son, but something you don't know is that when he was turned in Luna Emelia's womb, he got some of my blood. He has Alpha blood in him so I am standing here in front of you to tell you he will be your new Alpha as soon as I retire. I know he is too young at the moment, that is why I won't swear him in today. I want him to go to Alpha school and then travel the world a bit or the other way around. It is all up to him. Although I would like to get him on his path as soon as possible."

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

Shaun turned to Priam, looking at him with a serious face. Priam pulled a chair and quietly sat down as he crossed both of his legs and arms. "You know the story of the cruel king right? The story of King Lycaon." Priam said, smiling. "And he is my father?" Shaun said. Priam chuckled, "yes he is. And there's more to him than being your father." he paused and pulled out a book behind him. "This is the same book that I have left for you in Loki's hands. And I'm sure you haven't seen it before." he said, handing Shaun an old book.

Pascha just held me tighter, his chin touching the top of my head as he hummed softly. "He's so cheeky," he said with amusement. I blinked. "You just realized that?" He chuckled, the vibrations of his voice fell on my back. "I knew he was active, but... God, he's relentless. He keeps talking, asking questions, and moving. He barely sat still this entire flight." His fingers moving casually at the sides of my waist. "He is absolutely my son.” I glared even though he couldn't see it. "You don't need to remind me."

The shelves were piled up with different books, I could already tell that this would become my favorite part of the house. I spent minutes deciding on which book to read, the next item I picked up was a magazine. I was surprised to see Lucian's pictures on the front cover. He was dressed in a completely black suit, probably as dark as his ugly soul. His frosty grey eyes met steadily with the camera. I felt a slight shudder, even through the photo, I felt as though those intense orbs were glaring straight at me. I read slowly across the headline. He was described as the son of Victor Castiel. I've heard father mention Victor Castiel a few times while growing up. He was the head of the New Yor

The one who spoke was Selena: "You're home! Look at this little rascal, so disrespectful, not showing any regard for his elders. He completely ignores me and doesn't answer when I speak. Moreover, he's scattered your economics books everywhere and refuses to do his homework!" "These are my books." the boy looked at his father, speaking evenly: "She told me I'm not allowed to read them because I'm just a child and wouldn't understand anything." "So, did you understand?" Not waiting for his son to answer, Matthew stated: "I want to check your progress." He knew his son was a genius, who had been exposed to complex professional books from a very early age. Recently, however, he hadn't had much

, I understood immediately. Over the years, Edgar had tried many ways to repair our relationship. But every time, it had done nothing except drill into me even deeper just how impossible he was—just like today. I took a deep breath and thanked Mr. Palmer. Then, I turned and left. From behind me came hushed whispers. "So, that's Mr. Booker's son? He's not quite what I imagined." "I heard he was raised by his grandmother in the countryside. And for over a decade, Mr. Booker never once went back to see him."