Novel & Cerita Father And Son Novel

“Daddy’s cock owning this womb. Jake’s just warming you up. I’m the one who’s gonna knock you up. Gonna flood this fertile pussy until you’re carrying my qua-triblets. Mom will think it’s Jake’s… but we’ll know it’s Daddy’s seed that bred you.” His dirty words sent me over the edge again. I came so hard I'd swear my vision blacked out for a second, or tow; pussy convulsing and milking both cocks like a nasty whore - Jake came first, pumping rope after rope deep inside me with a choked moan. Mark followed seconds later, roaring low as he unloaded what felt like pints of thick, hot cum straight against my cervix. The pressure was so intense some of it squirted out around their shafts with ever

The thinly veiled satisfaction in some of their voices, like they had been waiting for her family to fall and now they finally had front-row seats to watch it happen. A man in a gray suit approached her, his smile too wide. "Christiana, I just wanted to say how sorry I am. Your father was a smart man. Very smart." He paused, letting the words settle. "Perhaps too smart for his own good." She stared at him until his smile faltered. "Excuse me," she said, and walked away.

"Your mother was different. She was kind. She was honest. She was the first person who ever saw me really saw me. And I fell in love with her." I stood there, my arms crossed, my heart pounding. "She loved you too," I said. "Yes." His voice was barely above a whisper. "She did." "What happened?" He was silent for a moment. "She found something," he said. "Something she wasn't supposed to find. Documents. Files. Evidence of what my family was doing. The money. The deals. The people they'd hurt." "What were they doing?" "My father was involved in some very bad things. Money laundering. Bribery. A man was killed a business rival who refused to sell his company. My father arranged it."

"If I knew… If only I kn-ew…" Without uttering a word, Rome walked to his father, hugged him, and gave him a manly pat on the back. "Who am I to judge? If I had lost Catherine and our baby, I think I would have done exactly what you did or more." Rome mumbled, squeezing his father tightly. For a while, it remained silent as the father and son hugged, allowing themselves to be vulnerable with each other. "So Axel…" Mr. Ford mumbled, patting his son's back.

His father wanted them to fall, never to recover. He asked his father, did he expect him to steal Colten’s son’s wife just because Colten had taken away his father’s beloved woman? He had loved Anna painfully in the past, but now that he had finally moved on, why couldn’t his father let him pursue something happier? His father had responded angrily, shouting, "How could I have raised a useless son like you? You lock yourself in your room all day, playing with your makeup, wasting your life. I ask you to meet new people, and you faint from fear. Now, you’re talking about feeling happy because of some lowly country girl? Look at Colten’s son—did I raise you just to prove I’m worse than Colten?

he mumbled his voice dropping till it was barely audible and it was through this change that I learnt more about him. "What happened?" He sighed looking back at me and I felt myself being transported to the first time I saw him on those steps. The pain behind his eyes drew me towards him despite the danger signs surrounding him. "When the economy got bad, my father pushed by the need to continue providing for us got involved in some things that admittedly he wasn't proud of. In my neighbourhood it was rare to have an honest job but my dad had done all he could to avoid getting into that life. And when he needed work he was introduced to one of the families that ran the city through a friend

When Max was a child, his father loved to bring him here to escape the summer heat. Back then, the relationship between the father and son was good. But, somewhen, unknowingly, Max began to realize that the relationship between them had gradually changed. He began to detest his father’s behavior and style more and more. While his father, on the other hand, resented his rebellion more and more. Eventually, the father and son parted ways because of their different philosophies in life. Max had run away from home and not returned for decades afterward. Now, Andraste Cheever had given his life for his twisted idea of power. Though Tyr killed him, Max never hated Tyr. He would always be his boss

Escape‍ was th⁠e only thing that mattered. Before I cou‌ld make any me‌aning⁠ful progre‌ss, footsteps echoed down the hallway. The door opened‌ and Tommy retu⁠rned, dr⁠agging‌ another ma‍n be⁠hind h‍im. The newcomer looked younger but carr⁠ie⁠d the same sharp fac‌i‍al structure and⁠ cold expre⁠ssion as Tommy. The re⁠semblan⁠c⁠e was u‌nmistakable, they were Fa‍ther and son.

“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.”

“ I'm actually acquainted with his lawyer, and he had told me on one occasion that this Middleton in question is worth billions of dollars in shares, and he plans to leave everything to his son” “ He has a son?” “ Of course. He even attended the same middle school with Hazel here”. “ Do you know the boy in question?” Dad asked, turning to me. “ Yes, I still remember him”, I answered, definitely not knowing where mom was heading with all that. “ Okay, so ….”, dad said.