Book The Son Novels & Stories

I explain. " And you obeyed, just like this?" he asks and I take a look at him through my lashes only to see his eyebrows raised and a hint of amusement. " Your son is not someone you can easily disobey. Don't get me wrong he can be nice if he wants to, but I believe if I sneak out and don't come back he will find me and I don't want to find out what he will do than." I smile at my own answer. Now that I think about I'm more than stupid! Raphael is a heir, the one I heard the most horrible story's about and here I am, going out with him, sleeping in his bed, having breakfast with his father.

She addressed me. “Twenty-eight.” “See, he is ten years older than you. “ She coerced her stubborn son, “Nine…” I chipped in, but mother and son didn't seem to acknowledge. “ But I love him.” My boy argued, "Don't make me lose him, Ma. Please…” Elizabeth glared at me but with her son, she softened her features, "I will be understanding, but if he hurts you, I will burn this property to the ground alongside him" She eyed me daringly.

The hotel hall was as noisy as a market. Sienna stomped her feet in anger and screamed uncontrollably, "Gaaah! You good-for-nothing lout, you started this scene on purpose! I'll never forgive you! Charlie, Dad, Grandpa… Come here and punish him!" Sienna's father, Harry Jones, was the eldest son of the family and the general manager of the family business. He was the patriarch's favorite. As for Sienna's eldest brother, Charlie, he was the eldest grandson of the family and carried high expectations on his shoulders. In other words, Sienna's branch carried a lot of weight in the extended family.

I add, motioning to the old journal on my desk. Declan furrows his brows, holding up the book. "But, Dad, I can't read." Shit. I nearly let the curse slip but caught myself just in time. He's only three. "Okay, wait here," I say, hurrying to my library. I remember picking up some children's books after I returned from Tarship-after discovering I had a son. Most of them are filled with illustrations. I scan the shelves until my eyes land on my favorite one.

I'd gotten used to it. Maybe they hadn't expected me to be so "understanding." For a moment, they looked genuinely surprised. Carson spoke up with a soft tone. "I shouldn't have taken what's Jason's... but I really like this. Everything else in this house is his—I just want this cuff. You don't mind, do you?" Mom sighed, gently stroking his head. "Oh, sweetheart, you're too good for this world. You know you're our only real son, don't you?"

"Oh, I get it. You're the guy Freya's been sneaking around with! And now you're cursing my son to be dead?!" I shoved myself between them, forcing them apart. "This is my brother, Shaun," I snapped. Peter froze, his face flickering with confusion before it hit him. His jaw dropped. "Wait—Shaun Wayne? CEO of Wayne Corp?!" Before I could answer, the housekeeper approached with Yule's urn in her hands. "Ms. Wayne," she said softly, "it's time." I took the urn, my grip firm as I turned to Peter. My voice was steady. "Yule is right here. If you still have any shred of decency as a father, come with us."

"Yes, my wife passed away a few years ago, and only my son and I are left. But my son is too disappointing. He is gambling and doesn't do anything serious all day. I'm so worried." Old Man Lyu sighed and said. Speaking of this disappointing son, he felt ashamed. "Uncle, don't be too sad. It's really hard to quit gambling." Zhou Tian said to Old Man Lyu. "Yes, I really hope that I have never had this son, so as not to be so annoying now." Old Man Lyu said helplessly. While Zhou Tian was chatting with Old Man Lyu, there was a commotion outside the yard. The crowd was in a mess, and some people were cursing. Judging from the footsteps, there were at least six or seven people who broke into the

"They're probably just scapegoats." Kane arrived with a book he'd liked. Atlas thanked the cafe staff and looked at the book his son had chosen. "Hacking the Internet Practically?" Atlas asked, confused. "Gosh, son, why did you choose a book like this?" Kane laughed. "I want to help Dad get back at Uncle Sam!" Atlas was shocked by his son's answer, while Regina held back laughter. "You're great, son," Regina said. "I want to help your father too. We have to work together, right, bunny?"

"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?"

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.