Father And Son Novel Novels & Stories

Author's p.o.v A man in his late 50s sitting on a wheelchair and a 19-year-old boy are having their breakfast. Both are silent. Looking at their faces anyone can tell that they are father and son. Suddenly the boy called the man, "papa"? The man looked at him with questioning eyes. Boy-any news from Police? The man nodded his head in negative. Boy- They all are just useless. Man- They are trying!

“If Rachel is such a good mother, then why don’t you go be her child’s father?” “Oh! You’re already Aileen’s dad, aren’t you? Back in the forest, you kept calling yourself ‘Daddy Carlson’ like she was your own.” “I told you a thousand times—I’m an Alpha. I’m the father of the whole pack! Aileen lost her father. What’s wrong with me looking after her?” “Are you the last male in Moonshadow Pack?” I used to wonder about it, so I secretly ran paternity tests on Carlson and Aileen—more than once. Every time, the result was the same. They weren’t blood-related.

The voice on the other end was dripping with impatience. "What on earth is wrong with you, Wesley? You know my mom's birthday is coming up, yet you're still saying such unlucky things? "And so what if Miles is dead? I still have Cassadee. Now, if you don't want debt collectors hunting you and your family down again, you'd better keep your mouth shut!" Because of a homewrecker, my son had lost his life. If I had known there would be such a day, I would've walked away from this marriage long ago.

" 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?"

“So you still remember you’re my husband? You still remember that Artie is your son? “How many times have I sought you out? Didn’t your bodyguard tell you? I even went on my knees before him in the end. Has your heart ever softened? “All I wanted was for you to see your son one last time, but all you care about is Jenny Horne and her child!” “Whose father are you, exactly? Can you even tell the difference anymore?” I recalled how, whilst Artie had been understanding of Logan’s busy schedule, Logan was letting another person’s child ride on his shoulders. My heart felt as though it were being pierced by countless tiny needles, a dense stinging pain coursing through me. Logan opened his mouth.

I still respect him so much. Please, I don't want to lose my respect for him. Please stop this father. “Honestly my son, I do love your mother. I want to protect him. You know why I didn't do what I wanted. I am damn helpless. Same as you are right now!” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

Oh, God. "Father," He calls, and his father looks at us in an instant. Amusement fills his eyes after he steals a glance of me standing beside his son. Conrad is the absolute copy of his father. His father is also undeniably handsome despite his age, and he also owns a pair of sea green eyes. The resemblance is very strong that even if someone will try to tell Conrad that he's adopted, it's hardly possible to believe it.

said Novoveski; “and I am going to Rashroff, for my son, the rascal, is serving there under the banner of Sir Rushet. It is nearly ten years since he ran away from home, and knocks at my fatherly clemency only with letters.” “I guessed at once that you were Sir Adam's father, and I was about to inquire; but we were so taken up with sorrow for Lady Anna. I guessed it at once, for there is a resemblance in features. Well, then, he is your son?” “So his late mother declared; and as she was a virtuous woman, I have no reason for doubt.”

For two years he was the Medicine Nation's best soldier, until Medicine Nation reached its peak as the strongest nation in the world. Until finally he looked for a grandfather who had helped he when he almost died at the age of nine due to his family being slaughtered by an attack by another country's army. Grandpa Lee! He is a grandfather who was with a little girl who helped him when he nearly starved to death 18 years ago, when he fell victim to an attack by an enemy of the state. The old man wrote a letter asking Haven to marry his granddaughter. The grandfather says that the girl him is going to set up an arranged marriage with is the one who was with grandfather Lee when he helped Have