Father And Son Authors Novels & Stories

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

“After everything with Adrian, I mean?” “Of course I miss her,” Father said. “Much like Conson, she wasn’t my mate, but she was my partner and my friend. I have three beautiful sons from her. I wouldn’t trade them for anything, even Susanne.” It warmed my heart that he still included Adrian. I knew it meant a lot to my husband.

"Father knows that it is difficult to restore a company's image, let alone the Mahendra family's image, which has clearly been destroyed. Who did it all? It's up to you two, right?” A knock on the door interrupted Atma's father's decision to close his lips again. He swallowed his objection to his son's words. “Excuse me, sir, and grand master. The client from the Janedra company has arrived. Can it start?” "No." "Of course," said Atma and his father together. Bara looked confused; he knew exactly that this father and son would never get along like Tom and Jerry. They are similar, but not the same. "Tell them to come in," Atma ordered irrefutably.

he said. My chest tightened slightly, but I didn’t interrupt. I didn’t rush him. I just watched. He leaned back slightly, his gaze holding mine, like he was making sure I stayed grounded before he pulled the floor out from under me. “Our fathers knew each other,” he said. That wasn’t what I expected. My brows pulled together faintly. “What?” “Anthony,” he continued. “My father. And yours… they weren’t just in the same industry.” A brief pause.

“He’s still a student, isn’t he? How can he just abandon him like that?” “That man is heartless. Even if you raised a dog for nineteen years, you’d still feel something.” That was exactly what I wanted to ask him too. But Ken didn’t care at all. To him, everything he was doing was perfectly justified. “He’s not mine. Raising him longer won’t change that.” “I only care about blood. I only love my real son. A father and son are connected by blood. If he isn’t mine, he’ll never truly be family.”

Now, he finally wanted to be here with his son, but he couldn't find him anywhere. Bruce sagged to the ground on the side of the path, burying his face in his hands. He was just now realizing that some wounds don't just fade away. They're recorded, one by one, tallied up like a debt. Waiting for the day it all comes due, with interest. As evening fell, he saw a mother and son by a restaurant. The mother wore a white shirt; the pup had a blue backpack. They looked just like Avril and Leo from behind.

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

Asher explained. “What the heck? That was many years ago. How do you still remember?”. Anya pouted her lips in disbelief as she asked. “Of course I remembered. After all, you're my one and only little sister”. Asher concluded with a smile. . The Father Of My Twins is an original creation of mine. Warning: No one is allowed to repost/re-publish.

Gregor interrupted, his voice dropping to a deadly, sensual whisper. I froze. Gregor stepped completely into my personal space. He reached out, his cool, long fingers gently brushing away a tear from my cheek. The touch was shockingly gentle, yet it sent a terrifying spike of heat straight to my stomach. “My father is a monster, yes,” Gregor continued, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “But I know his wolf. After f*cking his victim, he simply killed them, but you’re here… alive walking around while he’s sleeping calmly….”