Novel & Cerita Father And Son Novel

my father never really paid attention to me for a reason I didn't know why until he was in his death bed, he handed me his diary at the point and placing my hand on that diary I braised myself for the amount of terrors about to face my dad was a sober and terrific man so he could write anything in his diary including is dark designs I stood as the young man that I was and took a hold of that diary and the day I had finally at the courage to open it up was the day I started to see things differently that was how I know how cruel is owned father was and how is father at ordered him to take his own grandfather's life he had regrets towards the very end of his life he was sober and very much mor

My mind wandered to a terrifying scenario. What if I had been mated with a monster like that? Ew! This was Alpha Alexander's father! I swallowed and kept reading about his love for his first son, Alexander. The biography waxed poetic about their father/son relationship and I wondered if Alpha Alexander even knew about his father's heinous crimes and cruel intentions.

Not to mention that I previously suspected that guy of killing his own father… Then I thought about the night when Tom got drunk and kissed me. “He had been gone for several days, and when he came back… he was a mess…” I started recalling, “He said that he lost someone that was a “father figure” to him. What if Wang Hiro wasn't Wang Jian's real but adoptive son?! Which would be… exactly like I wrote in my novel…” That moment I could imagine my own subconscious wanting to shoot me in the head.

"How is that possible Mister Goh? Even my father could not count me in as one of his family, how would you say that to me when all I could think about is us being business competitors?" The old man laughs. "I'm sorry about your father, he doesn't know what his missing. Choosing to live his life simply and choosing love over power. Nothing could change his mind anymore, and I am glad you are moving on, and accepting what your true purpose is. I have two children, one is a son. You meet him already." I nodded, I don't like the way he speaks of my father even if we are not on good terms as I haven't formally introduced myself to him. But I feel as though I could kill this old man if her so ever

Zion let go of his hand and placed them beside his ears, as if giving him the chance to amend and to choose what he wanted. “You never loved me, not even a bit. You pushed me away even when I was already away. But I didn’t break. I only resented you, but deep inside, you will always be my father. And a son would never kill his father.” Victor cried while listening. “It’s the other way around. The father would never kill his son. He might not love him, or show him affection, but that is impossible.” “It was because you have other people to care for you,” Victor murmured. “Finn… Finn has no one. He was alone.”

I smile up at my husband, relieved to see that all his anger has vanished when he looks down at our son. “Can I come in?” The door creaks open and when my father steps through it, Manfred doesn’t tense the way I expect him to. In fact, he stands up from the bed and welcomes him. “Would you like to hold your grandson?” he offers, shocking me when he lifts our newborn son out of my arms to place him in the crook of my father's. I’ve never seen so much emotion on my father’s face as he looks down and smiles proudly.

The night was a sanctuary where father and son shared moments of connection and joy, their souls intertwined in a dance of light and love. In the depths of Theo's dreams, a symphony of laughter, adventure, and togetherness played out like a cherished memory, a treasure trove of moments shared and experiences cherished. The echoes of their day at the theme park lingered in the air, a reminder of the gift of family and the beauty of being father and son.

“I know you do not think of me as your father.” Silence followed. I remained frozen outside the door. “But I always asked about you,” my father continued hoarsely. “Every year. I asked Sybil constantly how you were doing. Whether you were healthy. Whether you were happy.” Something twisted painfully in my chest. “You had a better life in France,” he said quietly. “Here…” His breathing faltered slightly. “Here you would have only been known as a bastard son.” I closed my eyes briefly. “It is no excuse,” my father continued after a moment. “Giving you up was the greatest cowardice of my life.” His voice cracked faintly. “And if I were granted another chance… I would right every wrong I made.”

The same hand that had written the letters in the study, the same hand that had written the confession that had been waiting for him since his father died. He opened it. My son, it began. Not by blood, but by choice. By the love your father had for me, and the love I had for him. Alex's hands were shaking. He read the words slowly, let them settle into his chest, let them fill the spaces that had been empty for so long.

Gregor interrupted, his voice dropping to a deadly, sensual whisper. I froze. Gregor stepped completely into my personal space. He reached out, his cool, long fingers gently brushing away a tear from my cheek. The touch was shockingly gentle, yet it sent a terrifying spike of heat straight to my stomach. “My father is a monster, yes,” Gregor continued, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “But I know his wolf. After f*cking his victim, he simply killed them, but you’re here… alive walking around while he’s sleeping calmly….”