Father And Son Novel Novels & Stories

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

What if the new man leaves, just like my father did? I never understood why my father left until I grew up. He’d been having a secret affair with Cassian’s mother because her husband had left her a large inheritance. As the gold digger he was, he pursued her. And after their nasty affair was revealed, my father followed her, but she discovered his intentions and broke up with him. Since then, I’ve never seen my father. I wonder where he is now. Well, I don’t give a damn anymore. My hands curled into fists. The air felt heavier, like I was about to choke. My pulse pounded in my ears as I gripped the edge of the dining table, fighting the urge to stand up and tear James apart.

he said, tone dropping into a quiet warning. Luca didn’t listen. He was too angry to even look at his father. What in the world… I gasped when he grabbed my hand, fingers tightening painfully around my wrist, and dragged me toward the door. “Come on, Babe. We’re done here.” I stumbled, forced to follow him, my skin stinging beneath his grip. The air still crackled with electricity by the hostility between father and son crackled. I’d known they were strained. But this—this venom, this volatility— this was something else entirely. Their dysfunction was larger than anything I had ever witnessed.

He looks rougher than I’ve ever seen him. The sharp, polished edges are gone, replaced by a raw, unshaven scruff and shadows under his bloodshot eyes. The refusal to sign the papers in Vegas, the no-show at the hearing—I met his stubbornness with silence. I cut all contact. My father is still a silent figure in a hospital bed. Zayne is awake, trapped in a body that doesn’t obey him, and I owe him my presence. That’s the debt I’m paying.

“We owe each other that much.” I looked at him, really looked,I no longer saw him as my boyfriend, not as my future, but as a stranger in expensive clothes. Yes Jeremy came from a very wealthy family.His dad was a neurosurgeon and an entrepreneur whose businesses Jeremy was managing . According to Jeremy, his father had come to the hospital a couple of times but I was always absent.Jeremy had to leave. His sight disgusted me. I couldn’t stand him anymore but I couldn’t leave the work premises.

Vincent asked. “Sorry for what?” I said, resting a hand on my still-flat stomach. “He made his bed. Now he has to lie in it.” “You’re right.” Vincent leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “The past is past. We have to look forward now.” I closed my eyes, feeling the warm Mediterranean sun. In my heart, I spoke to the sky. Dad, you can rest easy now. Your daughter is happy. A gentle breeze rustled through the olive groves, as if my father was answering me from beyond. And here, on this ancient land, a new chapter for the Moretti family was just beginning.

Father says with a sneer and I feel my fingernails lengthen. "You tried to have my son murdered, and my ex-mate was partially behind it," Patrick growls and Father shrugs as if the information shouldn't be upsetting. "Like I said, water under the bridge. My plan failed. Your son lived. And he stands here today proving his mother has some value because we both know his strength didn't come from you," Father says egging on the angry Alpha. "You son of a bitch," Patrick growls as he lunges towards my Father.

"Please son, tell me I beseech you as your father, what actually happened to you out there. Did you had a fight with someone?" Broderick moved gently towards him and held his arms staring into his face now. His gentleness was immediately heightened by such a rare goodness and peace to Murphy; and with a broad smile, and shake of the head, which spoke much as if they could read each others mind vividly, when he looked at his father. It seemed as though there were an instantaneous impression in his favour, as if his eyes received the hidden truth that he'd longed to hear. Mr Murphy looked at his son with a glow of regards and nodded. He was warmly gratified, even though Broderick couldn't help

Duncan choked before he replied, “I know you have a father. Everyone has one, but there are some exceptions. Some people have two fathers. Do you want to have two fathers? I’ll be your father, okay?” Sonny shook his head. “Dunc, you’re an uncle to me. My father is my father. How can you become my father?” He continued, “Having one father is enough. I don’t want two fathers. My mom has always taught me not to be greedy. We should let others have it. Dunc, why don’t you become someone else’s father?” Duncan was at a loss for words. Sonny was clever, but unfortunately, he was too young to understand what Duncan meant.

His father sounded awful. "College started, and the son tried to rebuild his life apart from his father and the shadows he'd cast. But the ghost of his father followed, drunken slurs and invisible hits haunting him day and night." Abel's voice grew thicker, the emotion harder to hide with each word spoken. Clearing his throat, he continued. "Six months into his first year, the son received the call no one wants to get. His father had drunken himself right on up to death's doorstep. And do you know what the son did upon hearing this news?"