Father And Son Novel Novels & Stories

“Straight to the point, right? Like father, like son.” Mathias meets the old man’s eyes with total indifference. Clearing his throat, Mr. Robinson continues. “It’s been a while since your father disinherited you.” Mathias keeps his cool but wonders where the hell this is coming from after all those years. His father, Alexander Raptis, had threatened to reject Mathias when he learnt that his only son wanted to marry a peasant girl from a lower class. Mathias knew that his father hadn’t made that decision himself.

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] *

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.

My world completely imploded. My father never liked Christian. To him, he was a living reminder of his cheating ex-wife, Gaia, Christian's mother. Even after conducting multiple DNA tests, all confirming that he was his son, Father never forgave him. He tortured him for lengthy hours, treated him like dirt, and always reminded him that he was the son of a filthy whore. And tonight, he was finally casting him away from the family and the Famiglia mafia entirely, stripping him of his inheritance, especially since his latest child-bride was finally pregnant with his ‘real’ heir.

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

"To caught the whole story short, the son's of the couple, grew up to be handsome men, one grew up to be the Ladies man, while the other grew up under the dominating spirit of his father, who kept on pestering him against his brother, yet no matter what happens his father says, the two brothers was unbreakable" "Everything seemed to be going fine, until it was exposed that one of the brothers wasn't actually related to the other and that the father whom he thought was his, wasn't actually his biological father, but a thief who kill his best friend just to inherit his business and the woman he loved, and now that man Is no other person but my dearest dad, fabain fisher". (Frowns at his dad).

Arthur walked slowly through the door. He wore a long dark coat and gold-framed glasses. He carried himself with the authority of a man who had spent his life at the top. He had grown old, but I would never forget his face. The whole room went silent. "Judge Veyra." Arthur looked at me and said in a grave voice, "I am Seraphina's father." He did not recognize me. Of course not. My mother and I meant nothing to him. He had cast us aside with a single word.

This hatred fueled his reluctance to acknowledge his father's existence. As the boy matured, he noticed his mother always treasuring a photograph of his father. Over time, he came to realize that his father was no ordinary man but a wealthy business tycoon, living a life of affluence with a wife and another son by his side. The stark contrast between his own modest upbringing and his father's opulent world added another layer of complexity to his feelings.