Father And Sons Story Novels & Stories

"Your mother was different. She was kind. She was honest. She was the first person who ever saw me really saw me. And I fell in love with her." I stood there, my arms crossed, my heart pounding. "She loved you too," I said. "Yes." His voice was barely above a whisper. "She did." "What happened?" He was silent for a moment. "She found something," he said. "Something she wasn't supposed to find. Documents. Files. Evidence of what my family was doing. The money. The deals. The people they'd hurt." "What were they doing?" "My father was involved in some very bad things. Money laundering. Bribery. A man was killed a business rival who refused to sell his company. My father arranged it."

But then we were saved by father as he took the podium. My father’s voice boomed through the speakers, drawing their attention. He began thanking the guests for attending, also introduced his new business proposal, and he then drifted. “Today,” My father declared, his blue eyes shining. “Not only do we celebrate my new partnership with the Benson corporation, but also the union of our sons.” Ice ran through my veins. I hadn’t even proposed yet. Or just like me, Raphael wasn’t even given a choice? “Tom and Raphael, come here,” My father commanded.

“We’re just turning twenty-two, and you’re already shoving mates down our throats. But you found yours at twenty-five? Grandpa at twenty-seven? So what’s the rush? Acting like we’re rotting fruit about to spoil.” Father sighed deep, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m doing what any father should,” he said. “Helping my sons find mates before it’s too late. You’re not getting younger, and the pack needs strong bonds.” I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. If he wasn’t our father, I’d have silenced him long ago—maybe frozen his tongue or something to get peace. “I don’t get the obsession with mates, Father,” I said, trying not to snap but failing. “We have lovers who actually care. Lovers we cou

"Leomund! Have you lost your mind?" I ignored her and swung harder. I swung a total of three times. Suddenly, a slick-haired man rushed over and grabbed my arm tightly, his voice trembling. "Stop! Stop smashing it! Come on, man! Do you know how expensive this car is? If you break it, can you even afford to pay for it?" It was Shanon's influencer boyfriend, Tobias Hunt. My eyes were bloodshot. I grabbed his collar and growled through clenched teeth, "If anything happens to my daughter, you won't be able to pay for it either."

"I didn't do anything to you. You betrayed me. Why? Just tell me why." His face was a wreck. Tears running down it. He wanted an answer. Fine. I'd give him one. He was the only son of the Moretti family. Born to be the Don. And he walked away. For me. His father pressured him every way you can pressure a man. He didn't budge. He wouldn't come home. He worked as a real-estate agent. Long hours. Took everything he made and brought it home. He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house.

I lifted my glass, taking a small sip of water, my expression unreadable. "It has crossed my mind. After all, you are his father. You are supposed to protect him, support him... not take the things he discards." He laughed, a low, rough sound. "Protect him? Support him? Adrian is a disappointment. A weak, sentimental boy who thinks love is the most important thing in the world. He thinks money grows on trees, that power is given, not taken. He loves that girl, Elara... and she loves his name and his money. She doesn't love him. Just like you didn't love him either."

he was happy to tell her this story that his father told him when he was still young. "My father keeps on telling me this story and so I won't forget about it." "Yeah, those two old men were really cute. They even a matching house." she giggled as she thinks about the cute relationship of their fathers.

smiling I said while looking up at the sky. “Please guide me and give me the strength to live.” I said. “I really love you, Grandma and Grandpa.” I whispered softly. I still remember when we were still together we were still very happy. I am happy even though Grandpa, Grandma, and Yanyan are the only ones in my family. Because my mother was no longer accepted by Grandpa and Grandma. So when they found out that my Mother was pregnant with me, they planned to take me and my mother did not hesitate to give me to Grandpa and Grandma. But even so, I still accepted Mother because she gave birth to me in this world. And dad I have never seen. Even in the picture I don't see him. And Grandpa and Gra

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.

“I don’t want to hear any more of the filth that comes out of your mouth. I know what you’re up to, and I’m telling you right now—you’re going to fail.” “What have I done to you, son?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration and a bit of hurt. I couldn’t wrap my head around the hatred my son had for me. He knew I was his father, yet he never wanted anything to do with me. It’s not like we ever sat down and talked about it either—he wouldn’t even give me that. I had no clue what Lisette or her father had poisoned his mind with, but whatever it was, it had stuck like glue. And Jayden never once confronted me directly about it. He just kept his distance, like I was some sort of contagious dis