Father And Sons Story Novels & Stories

Both sleeping, both already altering the world without knowing it. My father once told me: “When power comes for your house, do not ask why. Ask what it wants.” Now I knew, it wanted them and if history had chosen my family as the place old balance would return, then history had chosen poorly because I was not some noble guardian from legend. I was a father. And fathers become monsters when something reaches for their children.

“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.

“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.”

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.

I could only hope she would understand what I was trying to explain, and that she would see from my lens how anyone would avoid this kind of conversation. “You asked if my family was involved in this mess,” I muttered, letting out a deep breath. That must have glued her to the spot, because, a few seconds ago, I heard the sound of her feet on the floor, indicating that she was moving closer to the door, reducing the chance to redeem myself. “It's actually my father that was involved in the tragic incident that took your parents out of this world.” I revealed, sighing deeply. She definitely knew something like this would come up after noticing how hesitant I became when she asked the question

I was already on the edge of losing my mind, craving to be filled. "Come on, Dad," I thought. "Don't have mercy on me just because I look fragile and pretty. Just ravage me." However, the image of what I'd seen earlier suddenly flashed in my mind. Anthony's length was monstrous. No—I'd like to take that back! I couldn't do it. I definitely couldn't take in something so huge when I was so tight and narrow. It might even rip me apart and cause me to bleed to death right here. Then, I would contribute to the news articles tomorrow with a headline that read, "Midnight Tryst Turns Fatal: Thirsty Daughter-in-Law Ravished to Death by Father-in-Law!"

Eugene stood right beside her with his head lowered, as though he had suffered great injustice. Ms. Hill held her phone out in front of me. "Take a look at this." Late last night, an anonymous post had popped up on the school forum. The title of the post was incredibly direct, and the content was even more so. It claimed that Eugene wasn't Ian's biological son, yet he was hogging all the resources because Ian was spending money to pave the way for him. It also implied that Ian had abandoned his ex-wife and biological daughter just to turn around and raise someone else's kid.

she asked. He laughed, “That’s quite a long story, but to make it short, my father and I don’t see eye to eye on most things. And growing up, I spent most of my time at the Godwin’s house anyway. Grayson and I met in preschool and have been tight ever since. My father got married like ten times and was always away on trips. I couldn’t keep his wives straight. I guess you can say I’m the black sheep of the family, and he is passing the golden key to his empire to my brother Pierre.”

So when Adam broached the subject, she was ready to provide him with the carefully crafted story she had concocted about his father's disappearance. Sarah explained to Adam that his father had been a soldier in the army, bravely serving his country. One day, while on duty, he had been captured by the enemy, and despite the best efforts of his fellow soldiers, he had never returned home. It was a simple yet poignant tale, one that allowed Adam to understand why his father was not a part of his life.

"Why wouldn't I come to see my own son? You're my eldest, my heir. I have two sons, and neither of you is taking life seriously. Your younger brother is chasing after some crush, and you... you left home six years ago to find a wife, but you've returned empty-handed. I told you I had a suitable match for you, but you keep refusing. What do you want me to do? Die without a grandchild to carry on our legacy?" Knoxville's jaw clenched as his father's words pierced his calm demeanor. He knew his father's expectations, but he wasn't ready to settle down yet. The weight of his family's legacy and his father's demands felt suffocating. He sighed, rubbing his temples, and began to explain, "Dad, I—"