Novel & Cerita Father And Son Novel

“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.

The bond between father and son had grown closer day by day, especially since the incident with Josh Corp and the many rumors that circulated back then. "What about your situation there?" "It's just fine. Beverly Hills and New York City, what's the difference?" Leonel walked towards the window of his rented apartment. The night sky in Beverly Hills was bright, with stars scattered across it as usual. The bond between father and son had grown closer day by day, especially since the incident with Josh Corp and the many rumors that circulated back then.

Father leaned behind his son. “You want that girl?” he asked. “Why don’t you have her?” “She only goes for jerks. You know nice guys finish last.” “Well, you’re not that nice. I know what you did to your sister with the hot dog. Don’t deny it.” Jon didn’t. No point. He knew how Father collected information. “Her death would’ve caused quite a few problems.”

With a soft giggle, I opened the document and then began reading. Oh. Oh dear. Leaning closer, my eyes swung left to right, over and over again as I read my father's words. This story was... different. And it most certainly fit the "forbidden" category. I hadn't even made it ten paragraphs in when the action started. But it wasn't the kind of action I expected. Not at all. This was a story about a father and his daughter.

“Where is Dad?” Ice asked their housemaid when dinner was served. For tonight, he was having steak and beans and chilled Cabernet Sauvignon. “He is not back yet, sir Ice. He was summoned to the Manor.” Upon hearing the current whereabouts of his father, Ice threw the glass of wine that was served to him and growled loudly. He was no longer surprised that his father woukd be out late from his shift but knowing that he is in the manor---it triggered his long withstanding rage. He despises that place and he despises the Reds for many things. Ice is Francis’ only son. While his father had a disposition and the understanding and patience of a saint---his son was the complete opposite of the fathe

David’s POV Five Years Later. I am a ghost, trapped in a cycle of regret for one thousand eight hundred days. It’s hard to believe how fast time has slipped away. How is Samantha? How is my child? Where is she? Those three questions never leave my mind. "Daddy! Look! I drew a big ship!" The door to my study swung open, and a four-year-old boy came running in with a piece of paper in his hand. Leo.

He remembered everything his father had told him about their ancestors originating on Earth and being allowed to survive the first destruction. Two handsome men sat together. One had dark features and a touch of gray in his black hair. The other was young, strong, and muscular, with long, wavy black hair over his broad shoulders. Father and son shared a meal in their living quarters. It had been a long time since they could talk openly, not as commander and soldier, but simply as family.

She would laugh and cry at the same time, holding a doll made from a pillow, showing it off to anyone she saw. "This is my son, Curtis. He's amazing. He's done so many great projects, and got into a top graduate program. Now, he's successful. He's always listened to me. He's such a gentle, outstanding child. You can be jealous all you want. Only I could give birth to a son like him!" Everyone knew why she was there, so no one paid her any attention. As for my father, he never visited her once after everything happened. He lost his job over the scandal and watched his life fall apart overnight.

What makes you think you have the right to cause a ruckus at the hospital, huh? I could memorize every single word that made up Joshua's hate speech toward Benji. Rosalind and her husband had already gotten a divorce. That was why Joshua took care of her all year round. To think that my own husband took care of another man's ex-wife so diligently despite the fact that we never got a divorce. Kenny's father had abandoned him. In return, Joshua took the father's place and showered him with paternal love. Benji's father might still be alive, yet his prolonged absence from his life made him no different from being dead.

I announced to the guards standing in the hallway. I caught the way blood drained from their faces as they noticed who was speaking. In an instant, one of the men began talking, the tremor in voice very evident, the way he couldn’t meet my eyes and kept fumbling with the sleeve of his uniform. “Il… Il Falco, your son Matt… Already fed up with him, I hissed out. “Non essere sciocco, Speak up!” “Sorry… Il Falco. Yesterday, not long after you left for Chicago, your son stormed out of the house last night, not long after you left and still hasn’t returned.”