Father And Son Authors Novels & Stories

“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’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.”

"What kind of mother is that? She'd rather take care of someone else's daughter than come be with her son for one last time." Not long after, a news alert popped up on my phone. The headline read, "Packard Group CEO Takes Husband and Daughter to Amusement Park—A Role Model Wife and Mother." There were a ton of comments below the post. "She's the CEO of such a huge company, and she still makes time to spend with her daughter. Look at the limited-edition bag in her hand! I'm so jealous of her daughter!" "Wait, isn't this year's NCEE's top scorer, Miles Glover, the CEO's son? When did she suddenly have a daughter?"

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.

“And then we are going to have a separate conversation about what else you have been keeping from me. Because I think this isn’t the only secret you’ve been carrying, Anthony.” The old wolf went very still. I turned and walked back through the garden gate, My father had created two sons and claimed one and discarded the other, and then died leaving the mess for both of us to live inside.

“Of course.” Silence stretched between us. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, loud and traitorous. “You seem distracted,” my father said at last. I lifted my head and met his eyes. “It’s a lot to carry.” I answered. That was the truth, just not all of it. He stepped closer and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. The weight of it was familiar, heavy and grounding. A reminder of duty. “This is our way, Mason,” he said. “The bond is not about desire. It is about duty, legacy and survival.”

" 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.