Father And Son Novel Novels & Stories

How are you talking to your father, Nitish's anger reached the seventh sky. "Okay, you call yourself a father and tell me what duty of being a father have you fulfilled? First tell me what have you done for me? Have you ever asked me what I want or like? What do I want to do? Do you know what I like to eat, do you know anything? You call yourself a father? Then why is there so much difference between me and Shruti? Room, clothes, car, everything is good for her but there is nothing for me.”

Asher explained. “What the heck? That was many years ago. How do you still remember?”. Anya pouted her lips in disbelief as she asked. “Of course I remembered. After all, you're my one and only little sister”. Asher concluded with a smile. . The Father Of My Twins is an original creation of mine. Warning: No one is allowed to repost/re-publish.

“What is it?” Dad’s face is bitter as he begins. “You know that Roy, Nova’s father, is the second son of Beta Roran. What you don’t know is that Roy was always angry that he was the second. That he would never have the title, the power, or the strength that his brother Robert had. He was constantly causing fights between the two, sneaking around trying to get Robert in trouble, and just generally being a pain in the ass to everyone.”

“Easy.” “I’m fine,” my voice comes out rougher than I intended. “You sure?” “Yeah.” No but I nod anyway. Dad folds one of the documents neatly before looking at me again, more carefully this time. “You know,” he says slowly, “after everything with your mother, I learned something important.” I glance up. He rarely talks about Mom in the mornings. “You can usually tell how serious a man is by consistency,” he continues. “Not charm. Not gifts. Consistency.”

“I mean, you don’t owe me anything… and I—” “Of course, you can stay here,” I cut in, probably too fast. He gave me a look. Skeptical. Like he didn’t believe me. Then his eyes flicked to Flora, like he was checking her reaction too. I couldn’t blame him. But seriously, how could I say no? What kind of father would I be if I turned him away, especially after years of waiting, hoping, and silently begging for a chance like this? Now, he stood here in my living room, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes heavy with something that looked a lot like shame. My son. A grown man now, bruised in ways I recognized all too well. We were more alike than we knew.

"Oh, I get it. You're the guy Freya's been sneaking around with! And now you're cursing my son to be dead?!" I shoved myself between them, forcing them apart. "This is my brother, Shaun," I snapped. Peter froze, his face flickering with confusion before it hit him. His jaw dropped. "Wait—Shaun Wayne? CEO of Wayne Corp?!" Before I could answer, the housekeeper approached with Yule's urn in her hands. "Ms. Wayne," she said softly, "it's time." I took the urn, my grip firm as I turned to Peter. My voice was steady. "Yule is right here. If you still have any shred of decency as a father, come with us."

Felix repeated many times, as if he was proud to say that to his son. After saying that, Sean ran into his father's arms and hugged him and called out again, "I really have a father." "Yes, son. You have father." "Daddy," Sean called in his father's arms. The boy was crying, but Felix too had tears in his eyes as he felt the warm embrace of the little boy who had made his days. The next thing Claire saw was the two father and son calling each other repeatedly while still in each other's arms. Claire knew that after this she had to prepare a story that would be accepted by Sean.

" I’m bored , would rather be any where but here , looking like my father’s son acting perfectly for the camera like he doesn’t hate my gut , like I wouldn’t love to shoot him but I can’t leave … . My mother valued family way more than her life , she would always talk about how we shouldn’t air family laundry outside. We can be enemies behind close door but outside we are a family and we stand by each other So here I am standing by my father, even though I would want nothing more than to wipe that smug smile off his face with my gun Suddenly he leaned forward to me “ Notice how they just said that you are my son , they didn’t even mention that you are a billionaire just my son , that’s all y

I’d always been able to throw my mind into pack politics and make a plan better than I’d been able to sort out my own problems. “A happy father with a happy mother and a happy daughter,” Father said. He tried to hide the venom in his voice as he spoke about his mate with another man, but I could still hear it creepy under the surface. “Strange that a man would leave a perfect little family like that, isn’t it?” “Not that strange,” I said. “Happy men leave their wives all the time.” “True,” Father said. “But why else could it be? Let’s entertain the possibilities.”

“I’m not a child. You don’t just get to say no.” My father’s jaw tightened. “Sit down.” “I won’t,” I said. “Not until you tell me what your problem is.” Jamal stood up then, slow and respectful. “Sir,” he said, his voice calm, steady. “If there’s something I’ve done—” “This is not about you talking,” my father cut in sharply. I turned on him. “Then what is it about?” He opened his mouth, then stopped. His eyes flickered, like something passed through them—fear, maybe. Or regret.