Father And Sons Story の小説・ストーリー

“ I'm actually acquainted with his lawyer, and he had told me on one occasion that this Middleton in question is worth billions of dollars in shares, and he plans to leave everything to his son” “ He has a son?” “ Of course. He even attended the same middle school with Hazel here”. “ Do you know the boy in question?” Dad asked, turning to me. “ Yes, I still remember him”, I answered, definitely not knowing where mom was heading with all that. “ Okay, so ….”, dad said.

My father was just twenty years old when he fought the war beside King Viper Great and Sir Hunder Bowman. While Sir Hunder was called the Night Sword for his skill with the sword, my father was called the Deadliest teller for his story telling. Even in the midst of war, he would start a story, one that may or may not have existed. His live for story telling had been captivating. Father knew how to make a story come to life, painting it in the minds of whomever he was sharing it to. But hw had also been a great soldier that was willing to die for the Kingdom and his ruthless fighting skills had made him one of the deadliest.

"No she didn't. You know about this family Mafia family of a thing? I don't remember the name of the person that claim her... Her father is under debt and he was forced to pay with his daughter" Waylen almost hit the brakes in a rush. "What happened" Emma asked as she look up. "Sorry about that. Mafia family you say?" He asked her. Emma look away and nods. "I don't remember their names but I remember the father have three sons and my friend ends up in the name of the second son. My mother said it'll be hard for to escape or come back though. She believes the first and last son are softhearted and the second son is different." Emma explains.

"To caught the whole story short, the son's of the couple, grew up to be handsome men, one grew up to be the Ladies man, while the other grew up under the dominating spirit of his father, who kept on pestering him against his brother, yet no matter what happens his father says, the two brothers was unbreakable" "Everything seemed to be going fine, until it was exposed that one of the brothers wasn't actually related to the other and that the father whom he thought was his, wasn't actually his biological father, but a thief who kill his best friend just to inherit his business and the woman he loved, and now that man Is no other person but my dearest dad, fabain fisher". (Frowns at his dad).

“So you still remember you’re my husband? You still remember that Artie is your son? “How many times have I sought you out? Didn’t your bodyguard tell you? I even went on my knees before him in the end. Has your heart ever softened? “All I wanted was for you to see your son one last time, but all you care about is Jenny Horne and her child!” “Whose father are you, exactly? Can you even tell the difference anymore?” I recalled how, whilst Artie had been understanding of Logan’s busy schedule, Logan was letting another person’s child ride on his shoulders. My heart felt as though it were being pierced by countless tiny needles, a dense stinging pain coursing through me. Logan opened his mouth.

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….”

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

“This isn’t over.” I didn’t reply. He stormed out, the door slamming behind him so hard the glass rattled in its frame. The silence that followed was suffocating. Father leaned back heavily, closing his eyes. “I raised two sons,” he murmured. “One became my pride… the other, my failure.” I looked down at the table, at the shadow of my hands over its polished surface. “We’ll handle it,” I said quietly. “For Danica. For Valerie. For all of us.”