Novel & Cerita Father And Son Novel

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.

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?"

He is far different from his son and this man can kill a child if they cry. I swallowed and drink the water serve to me. I need some refreshment because my throat getting dry with this very terrifying meeting, although his son was enough to deliver a lesson for me. Which is getting involved to their life. My legs are trembling while them? They are quiet to death. "So, how's business?" His father speak up, enough for me to startled and hide the embarrassment. "Pretty good, actually. How about yours?" Grayson asked. "Same as yours. My business doing well and that position make them respect me even more, however, I give it to my son who become a failure for hiring such a woman."

I was wrong. A few days passed. I tried to gather myself, trying to survive the shame and the heartbreak. One afternoon, while walking in the city market, I heard a familiar voice call out. "Selene?" I turned around. There stood Adrian, arm in arm with Elara. But beside them stood an older man—tall, broad-shouldered, hair streaked with gray, sharp intimidating eyes, and wearing an expensive tailored suit. It was Adrian’s father. Don Lorenzo. One of the richest, most powerful, and most feared men in the country.

she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury. "I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.

A highway pursuit of a fugitive ended in a crash. I was rushed to the hospital alongside a death-row convict. "The patient's left chest cavity has been pierced by rebar. He needs emergency surgery immediately. Get his family on the line!" I did not want my mother, who was thousands of miles away, to worry. I forced myself to stay conscious and prepared to sign the consent form on my own. Yet the deputy chief of the military hospital snatched the form out of my hands. He ordered the staff to wheel me out of the operating room by force, all so they could treat the barely scratched convict instead. "Save him first. He has a clotting disorder. If the bleeding isn't stopped now, it'll be fata

My little brother got himself a girlfriend. The moment the news reached them, the whole family lit up. My sister, Serena, clapped so hard her palms cracked. "Who is she? Which lucky girl caught our handsome Tyler's eye?" Mom's face glowed like the credit was hers. "Look who raised him. It was only a matter of time before some girl noticed." Dad couldn't stop grinning. "That's my boy. Good for you, son!" The second they caught Tyler looking embarrassed, they pressed their advantage. "So it's like that, is it? Thanksgiving's almost here. Bring her home. We want to meet her." Then it was my turn, and all they managed were a couple of flat, dutiful lines. "Adrian, you're not as good-l

Hayden gulped down nervously, still staring at his two men. Suddenly he dashed into his father’s room and start ruminating about the book shelf, searching and going through his books hastily. Farrell and Jansen watched in silence but with deep concentration as their leader continue breathing heavily, unable to believe that his father has been interacting with another world. “ The books ” Hayden finally mutters tiredly. He clenched his teeth tightly “ The books my dad has been reading is all about the other world. ”