Book The Son Novels & Stories

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."

Finally, he lifted his eyes. Shark eyes, absolutely soulless. “If I find out anything, I'll be in touch. You’re going back to the Sons now right?” I nodded thoughtfully. Was I going back to the Sons? Or was I in fact going home for a totally different reason? One with bright blue hair and a sharp tongue. And a body I couldn't keep out of my head. “Want to hit the bar?” Hansel was already ready to get going. “Women and Liquor as the good Judge mentioned?”

That fucker would have deserved it. “ Head to the car. I’ll be right back.” I told them. I had just remembered that Nick had asked me to get a book from the library for his paper. I was inside the library when I heard the door open and then heard a familiar voice; Jaxon Masterson’s. He was on his phone talking to someone and I was pretty sure he was up to no good; after all, he is Shane’s son. “ Dad is up to something and I don’t know what to do.” He said whispering.

The boy had his book open on the ground in front of all three of them, something with photographs, something they could all look at together. Theo laughed. It was quiet from here—I couldn't hear it through the windows and the distance—but I could see it. The way his shoulders moved, the way his face changed, the brief flash of that grin that was almost his old grin. My eyes burned. He was okay. He was going to be okay. Not perfectly, not without cost, not without the shape of loss remaining in him for a very long time. But he had friends who sat in his corner. He had dinosaurs he'd kept. He had a father who'd moved to another city for months because his son needed it.

I don't want them to know I have a son; it's something very personal to me, not for any slut to know. I know the forty-minute drive like the back of my hand; it's the same as always, ever since I started having visits with him. I pick him up from daycare, take him with me, lock myself in my apartment all weekend with him, and drop him off on Monday mornings before going to university, if I don't skip classes. When I arrive and park the car, my mood is completely different. Owen makes me different. I feel great with him, and feeling like I have someone to take care of is good for me to not be an asshole and not give a shit about everything I do. I think if I didn't have him, I would have kill

A SON FOR A BILLIONAIRE (A night with the stranger) EPISODE ONE Theme: Mother and Son IVY’S APARTMENT Leroy was playing a video game in his room when he remembered that his mom had promised to get him a super hero comic book this weekend. He didn’t want to lose the game to the robot playing with him but then the super hero comic book was more important. Then Leroy jumped nimbly to his feet, ran out of his bedroom and motioned towards the kitchen to talk to his mom.

The grandfather says that the girl him is going to set up an arranged marriage with is the one who was with grandfather Lee when he helped Haven. In return, Haven dedicated his life to becoming Grandpa Lee's son-in-law and he promised to take care of Grandpa Lee's family. Haven hides his real identity at the request of Lee's grandfather, so that the Lee family will not become the enemy's target when they find out that Haven is the son-in-law of the Lee family. Since then, Clark's figure as the God of War as a military leader in the nation of medicine disappeared. The nation of medicine lost the god of war, the national stronghold.

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.