Father And Son Novel Novels & Stories

At the top was a name. Daniella read it once. Then again. Her face changed. Christian noticed. “Who is it?” She slowly turned the document toward him. The name belonged to a man whose photograph appeared underneath. EDWARD HARPER. Christian stared at the picture. His grandfather’s father. “My great-grandfather.” Bennett nodded. “He was one of the original architects.” Christian’s expression hardened. “But Thomas fought Raven.” “Yes.” “Then why would his father create it?” “Because Edward didn’t create the organization that Raven became.”

“No no no…” Then suddenly another horrifying thought slammed into my head. The warehouse, the charity foundation, all the transfers, the documents he always hide from me whenever I go to his study. I looked toward Adrian slowly. “You said… my father is mafia too.” “Yes.” “And you said I worked for him.” Adrian’s jaw tightened immediately, my father expression changed instantly too. Fear crawled violently down my spine now. “What are the claim?”

Eugene stood right beside her with his head lowered, as though he had suffered great injustice. Ms. Hill held her phone out in front of me. "Take a look at this." Late last night, an anonymous post had popped up on the school forum. The title of the post was incredibly direct, and the content was even more so. It claimed that Eugene wasn't Ian's biological son, yet he was hogging all the resources because Ian was spending money to pave the way for him. It also implied that Ian had abandoned his ex-wife and biological daughter just to turn around and raise someone else's kid.

“Graham’s dead. “His belly had sunk in. I locked him in the cellar and forgot to bring him food. He starved to death. “Do you think Graham hated me during his last moments?” Did I hate Mom? After my father’s untimely death, Jean, just a woman living in the village, struggled to raise Tanner and me. From a single bowl of oatmeal, Tanner got the thickest oats, I got the running portion, while Jean made do with whatever was left. I resented her favoritism, but I could never hate her, seeing that she raised me all these years. “Mom, you don’t have to feel bad for Graham. I bet he starved himself out of retaliation. Don’t we keep sweet potatoes in the cellar? We have more than enough there to las

“Everyone knows it. You wouldn’t have made it past your twenties if they were still alive. Never even had a shot to be a fucking dawn. Not even second in line.” My heart thundered in my chest. Images of Amerigo and Amadeo flickered behind my eyes like ghosts. Amerigo had been my father’s first son and he had been cold as he had been hot with a booming laugh that used to scare me. Amadeo was quiet but my father used to whisper to Mama that he had the potential to be a killer. Then there was me… Mammone, my father’s voice. Mama’s boy. There was disgust in his voice.

"The Council approved my request. The bond dissolution ritual will be scheduled when we come back." The next afternoon, I finally answered father's call. "Where are you? We're all waiting at the dock!" "Why wait for me?" "For the cruise! Hurry up!" "There is no cruise. I cancelled it." "We already ate through our emergency cash. We're waiting for you to provide more money." I laughed. Typical entitled behavior. "Father, are you so broke you can't even feed your precious new family? Did buying Emily's luxury bag drain you dry?" Violent rage colored his mental voice. "This is your fault! If you'd sent me the $50,000, I wouldn't be drained! If you can't get here now, just send the money. We nee

Mother said evenly, as if we were negotiating a treaty she hadn’t wanted to win. “I promised I would,” I said. It didn’t help that I said it without shaking. That in itself was a small victory. Father looked more steely. “Without Sampson.” The name was a gauntlet tossed across a divide. “Yes,” I said. I did not hedge. “Without him.” “That tale,” she said, cutting. “The story you brought home from that school. From that asylum. It doesn’t tally with the son we raised.” Their son. Not your brother. Not the defector. Not the man who had tried to weaponize me.

"Shanon! If it weren't for the fact that your daughter had traffic value, why would I ever get involved with an old hag like you? "If it weren't for you, I'd still be lying at home making money! Today, you and your daughter can die with me!"

The old man was preventing a smile from showing. My father and my son are like coffee and milk when they’re together because of their hair color. They are the complete opposite of each other. Besides their age, my son has hair as dark as a moonless night while my father has hair as blond as corn-hair. Griffin giggled when Nicholas Reed peppered kisses on his chubby cheeks. “Nonno,” he continued to giggle until we reached the kitchen where my sister was busily preparing breakfast for us.

, he snickered. He pointed to my brother’s body and I saw the gun in his hand. “My father will have your head for this,” I said. I looked around and we were alone, everyone else had fled. “Your father,” Achilles repeated. “Who is your father?”he asked. “Richard Russo,” I gritted out of my teeth. “Well, damn. I had no beef with your father. Yet.” Beef? “The Donovan family committed a big crime against us, you see. We are just collecting back.”