Buddy Son Storytime Novels & Stories

“Do you see that? That’s your son, Ben Reyes.” When Ben saw me approaching, he timidly said, “Aunt Wilde.” I had volunteered at the orphanage before, so Ben knew me. In my previous timeline, I had fully supported him, and Ben had grown into a respectable young man. In this life, I had left him at the orphanage, relying on the government to raise him. As long as he did not go hungry, that was enough. If he wanted to become accomplished like in the previous timeline, he would have to work for it himself.

The moment I stepped off the plane, and without a care of how exhausted I was, I went straight to my son’s preschool, clutching a limited edition Iron Man action figure. It was something my husband, Jeremy Lynn, had promised our son but never followed through on. Hence, even though my business trip wasn’t technically over, I pushed through the pressure to come back early and surprise my son. It was the day before a big local fall festival, and the preschool was bustling with activity. My eyes scanned the crowd until I spotted him—my little boy, Daniel Lynn.

Matt It’s great starting a business with my buddy and best friend, Tony. We’ve been talking about doing this since we were in high school. Now that we’ve graduated we could finally get our business off the ground. Or so we thought. Tony’s father was supposed to give us the seed money we needed to purchase the products for our e-commerce sporting goods company, but he fell through. I was depending on that money, even though Tony told me not to bank on him coming through. It was a great offer as a graduation present but he really hasn’t been in contact with Tony throughout his life so it was definitely a long shot.

She jumps into my arms and covers me with kisses as I lift her to start our dance. "My handsome doll, my first baby, do you want to dance with mommy?" Alexandre nods and eagerly throws himself into his mother's arms, who picks him up and starts dancing with our son in her arms. After dancing for a while, we approached Mrs. Marion and took the stroller where Brianna peacefully sleeps. I held her with my other arm, and that's how we began to write this new love story that will never end, just like the love Lilibeth and I share.

I teased, bumping his hip with mine. “I’m a CEO, not a chef,” he shot back, but he was smiling too. “This is why I have staff.” We finally managed something edible. We ate at the island, legs tangled under the stools, talking about everything and nothing. Sharing our favorite childhood memories, books we both loved—because I had successfully initiated the busy billionaire CEO into reading—the way he’d raised Mirabel alone and how proud he was of the young woman she’d become. The way I’d survived foster care and still believed in happy endings because of stories like the ones on my shelves.

It was strange that there was no one called Sparky among the 120 students in the list. Charlie (Jonah's dad): [My son has the same hugging bear. I thought it was a gift from the kindergarten, but my son said that it was from a child called Sparky. He said Sparky is a boy with red eyes. It doesn't sound like a lie when he can describe that boy clearly.] Ms. Channing immediately denied this. [Our kindergarten has never given any hugging bears to the children.] Sarah (Cindy's mom): [Stop giving Ms. Channing such a hard time. I've asked my daughter about it, and she said she's never met a boy called Sparky. She didn't even receive any hugging bear.]

The one with the same eyes. She remembered him immediately, exactly as I'd expected. I told her he cared about her, that he wanted to spend time with her. I also assured her I would never leave her side. Lucy asked whether he knew the story about the fish that lived behind the castle. I said I thought he'd probably like to hear it. She said okay and asked me to write chapter three of her book. I stayed awake long after she fell asleep. - On Saturday morning, the park was already lively when we arrived. There were families with strollers and dogs. Children rode bicycles with wobbling training wheels. The late-morning sunlight filtered through the trees at the edge of the park, turning everyth

"Ashton, the hospital owes you an apology. Don't worry. I'll spend every penny to bring in the best specialists from around the world to fix your hand." I shook my head. As I glanced at my mangled right hand, I felt nothing but a cold, hollow numbness. Caleb walked over as well. He gave me a long look, then bowed to me with deep solemnity. "Dr. Howard, I don't know how to thank you. From today on, I'll treat you like my own brother. Your matters are my family's matters." It was a heavy promise. A few days later, the public trial took place.

I whispered to myself. Dustine pulled the man towards me. “Mommy, this is Buddy. He’s the one who always comes to school and talks to me during break time. Sometimes, he watches over me while I wait for Mommy Shaira. He’s the one I always talk to,” Dustine said happily. “Oh, okay, son,” I replied, smiling. “Go to Mommy Shaira for a bit. Buddy and I need to talk.” Dustine quickly ran over to Shaira, who was in another section of the groceries.

RING. His phone suddenly vibrated. “What?” he snapped. [“Ohhh—chill”] his friend laughed from the other end. [“Your temper’s flaring again.”] “What do you want?” Loud music and voices echoed through the phone. He was at the club again. Of course. [“Come over to the Eclipse Club. Boss Lee brought in a lot of new pretty girls tonight.”] Matthew exhaled sharply. A full week trapped inside the mansion. A week of confinement and frustration “Fine.”