Novel & Cerita Father And Son Novel

He stumbled to his feet, filled with anger, and started punching and kicking Nathan, saying, "You ungrateful child. How dare you hit your own father? Aren't you afraid of facing consequences?" Nathan forcefully pushed him away, saying, "My retribution? I have a father like you, whose values are so twisted. I have your dirty blood running through my veins, and I have long suffered the consequences. Cheating, abandoning my spouse to marry a mistress... Ha, ha, isn't my life just an imitation of yours?" Because the father and son were tearing each other apart so badly, and because their identities were too prestigious, the onlookers in the bar quickly raised their phones and captured the scene

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

Jones asked, looking around the hall. Santiago frowned, his joyful expression turned pale at the mention of his father’s name. He raised his eyes to answer their question about the whereabouts of his father, just then he could see his father walk right through the door with his usual manly demeanor, which he got from him. “Speak about the devil,” Santiago mumbled and raised his glass of wine to his mouth to drown it. “Mr. Serrano,” Mr. Jones raised his hand to Domingo who saw him immediately and walked directly to the table.

“Everything I am?” He took a step closer, his chest nearly brushing his father’s. “No, Father. Everything I am is despite you. You built an empire, yes…but you built it on blood, lies, and control and now you’re trying to shackle me to it like a dog on a chain.” Veronica shifted on the couch, her eyes darting between them. For once, she wasn’t the center of the scene, and it unnerved her. Carol, however, leaned back in her chair, her gaze moving intently from father to son. She knew this fight had been simmering for years, and now it was boiling over before her eyes.

Nodding, sipping, holding hands with Millicent, and every time I lock eyes with Sophie or her mother, I am met with a glare so intense, it forces me to look away. “Now, we have to allow the new couple to go to bed. If he’s really my son, he would be itching to get back to business.” My father laughs, I feel sick. Thankful for a reason to escape, we greet her parents one more time. Locking eyes with Holls, I nod once, walking away with my replace mate. “That was intense.” “I’m sorry about my father, he was gross.” “Yeah he was. The sexual jokes just kept coming, who jokes about the sex lives of their kids?”

Dad proved he still had the Alpha instinct flowing through his blood and won't he race. We ate cake until we were breathless, we told stories until our voices grew hoarse, and we simply were. There was no talk of the Council, no talk of Jax, no talk of the scandal. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of violet and burnt orange, my father and Rosa prepared to leave. "I'll see you in a few days?" my father asked, hugging me one last time. "I'll come visit the packhouse," I promised.

I pulled on the robe with shaking hands and made my way down the long hallway toward his office, the folder clutched tight against my chest like evidence in a trial I wasn’t ready for. The office door stood open. Damian was already there, standing behind his desk in a crisp black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked up the instant I stepped inside, gray eyes fixed on me. I didn’t sit. I didn’t greet him. I just held up the folder and said the only thing burning in my throat. “You and Cassian… you’re father and son.” Damian didn’t flinch. He simply closed the laptop in front of him and met my gaze head-on.

"Now that you mention parents ... What do yours think about this? Do you agree with the fact that you climbed a bitch with a millionaire man? "Do not mention my parents in this, they are in this meaningless discussion that you have done "now it was your turn to look at those in the classroom. Which were already recording the situation for a while or maybe since everything had started. "That's why I say it, apart from having queer parents, the son must also leave in the same way. With the only difference that the son left the same as his brother Matt and also as his nephew Nedward "said the last man slowly, savoring the evil.

How can a man who doesn't understand his own son understand a complete stranger? I stay silent. As I always do. My mother looks at me with the same sympathy in her eyes as she always does. My father levels me with a hard look, as usual. The only new addition here is Anthony Crosswalk. Who looks at me like I'm way beneath him. But, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what he thinks about me, because it's not him I'm marrying, it's his son, who, from what I've seen, does not like his father. "Where's Warren?" I ask my mother, referring to the boy who used to landscape our garden, AKA my childhood crush.

“I can smell you. I could smell you when I had you over my shoulder. “You have been different,” “Quiet. Distant. Walking around my house like your pussy already belongs to somebody else. And then I find out the somebody else is my father. So you are going to tell me the truth, Elena. If he has not fucked you yet, has he wanted to. Has he looked at you like that. Has he stood too close. Has he said your name like he was already inside you.” I shut my eyes because the car suddenly felt too small. “I do not know what he wants.”