El Yerno Novels & Stories

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

Feeling proud, Hudson puffed up his chest and said, "Don't worry, Grandma. Whatever happens, the Reagles will always be there to help. I mean, I am your grandson-in-law, right?" "You're the best, darling!" Yitty clapped her hands excitedly, then shot a mean look at Elio and said with a hiss, "Darling, maybe you should just tell Mr. Hughes that someone's been rude to him. That person would be in big trouble."

Instead, a smile tugged at my lips, cold and sharp. “So you’re finally admitting you’re scared.” Her eyes widened. “What?” “You wouldn’t be here,” I said, “if you weren’t losing control.” She opened her mouth to retort, but I cut her off. “You want war? Fine. Let’s talk about Ember’s biological father.” Her face paled instantly. Yep. I hit the vein. “Elton Navarro,” I said, each word dripping with disgust. “Your lover. Your daughter’s real father. And conveniently, your first cousin.”

“That boy is brave. Honest. And he doesn’t look like he’s playing around.” Nathan looked at his wife. “Do you like him?” “I like his courage.” Reno added calmly, “Elang is serious about Delya. He is not the type to play with women.” Nathan remained silent. Elena continued, “And you know, Nathan… it turns out Elang is Reno’s son.” Nathan looked at Reno again. “The grandson of Samuel Wilson and Rebecca Castillo,” Elena added softly. Nathan fell silent for a longer moment this time.

"She and her family are the reason my son died! They killed him!" Yogo grinned. "He’s not just some random guy, Ryan." Yogo placed the sword on Ryan’s shoulder. Ryan’s body was sweating with fear, his eyes locked on the sharp edge of the sword. "He’s the only son of our Boss." Ryan’s whole body trembled even more with fear. He couldn’t speak, overwhelmed by shock. "Boss E doesn’t have a son, Yogo. Maybe you’re forgetting, he’s an old man," Ryan said, forcing a smile, trying to hide his fear. "How could Miguel be his son? He’s Ernesto Montevallo’s son."

“You can trust us. We are your friends.” “Then I will trust you with the truth.” Yvayn cleared his throat. “First, my name is not Leonus, it is Yvayn.” “Yvayn?” Ivar said. “Yes, Yvayn, son of Myllyof, son of Myrmidon.” The two men looked shocked. “You are the Emperor’s son?” Ernor asked. “Yes, but there’s more.” “What is that, Leonus…I mean, Yvayn?” This came from the young guard who was thinking hard about what Yvayn has said.

His eyes darted to the woman beside the couple, maybe this is the girl they talked about. "Here's my son. I know you already know him but let me introduce him again." Hermano tapped his shoulders. "This is Hunter, my eldest. The one who managing my other businesses. He also owns a business, too." "Good to meet you," Hunter mumbled. It would be rude if he'll say he's not in the mood to meet them. "This is my daughter, Sloan. She's already twenty-four," Hermano's business partner said with a smile. Too bad he's not interested.

Taz spat, “Elise was pregnant, and that child...” “Isn’t mine.” “Kyren, stop it!” Elise muttered, but he continued. “We both know what the child belongs to, how his real sired father is, and he’s felt it all along too,” Kyren said as his gaze met with Rygan, who had an undeniable look of realization on his face before he talked. “Ethan is mine. He is my son.”

Margarette chuckled to herself. “You probably feel heavy as if someone is on your head? That’s because you’re blocking Yntreia’s psyche.” Finrod said. Ellaine looked at the baby whose golden eyes were on her. “Just open up your mind and hear her voice.” Ellaine did and surely, a little female voice whispered “It is nice that you have finally welcomed my psyche, Ellaine.” Yntreia smiled and Ellaine was so happy too. “Hello baby Yntreia!”

First, look for Yeeny Samonte and fix the company problem. My brother has done a terrible thing to Yenny. She was pregnant, as far as I know, when my immature brother abandoned her in the Philippines. I can't say I blame Ermel for what he did. He's a happy-go-lucky kind of guy. At the age of 22, he was a playboy and immature the our parent intervened. I am the second child of Montevidad. Ermel and I were five years apart in age, and now we both have businesses to handle.