Father And Sons Story Novels & Stories

Carolina Alcântara Al-Makki I take a deep breath before entering my father-in-law Salim's room. It saddened me to see how old age was taking a toll on his health. My husbands were also sad, witnessing how the man who encouraged them to become brothers rather than rivals in our triad was now suffering. He had taught them, through his own experiences, how to handle conflicts. My father-in-law was the reason Bruno and Hassan became like brothers, ensuring they stayed united and prioritized my needs.

“You haven’t said anything about me being a good father. So you don’t think I am one.” “Don’t put words into my mouth.” “I am not.” “Yes, you are!” My voice broke, raising before I could stop it. “This is exactly your problem, you think that you can control everyone, make them dance to the tune of your music.” My chest rose and fell in a sharp, rapid motion. I forced air into my lungs, desperate to stay calm. “The truth is, I don’t know what to say,” I admitted. “I’ve only been here a few weeks. I’ve barely had time to talk with you, let alone your son.”

What if the new man leaves, just like my father did? I never understood why my father left until I grew up. He’d been having a secret affair with Cassian’s mother because her husband had left her a large inheritance. As the gold digger he was, he pursued her. And after their nasty affair was revealed, my father followed her, but she discovered his intentions and broke up with him. Since then, I’ve never seen my father. I wonder where he is now. Well, I don’t give a damn anymore. My hands curled into fists. The air felt heavier, like I was about to choke. My pulse pounded in my ears as I gripped the edge of the dining table, fighting the urge to stand up and tear James apart.

A sick joke someone cooked up to keep me in line, and I was dumb enough to play the part. Benedict Holdings is on the verge of being sold off in pieces. The company my father worshipped more than his own family is about to belong to strangers. And what am I doing? Standing here, laughing like a lunatic. “Oh, dear father,” I murmur to the empty air, my voice cracking with something between amusement and disgust. “You always saw me as unfit. Congratulations. Your expectations finally turned me into the failure you always knew I’d be.”

“Edgar was such a fragile man emotionally… they were college sweethearts. He was the best basketball player but chose to fall in love with your shameless mother, Lilian. However, his heart was shattered when your shameless mother confessed her love for his father, Edward, instead. Poor Edgar couldn’t bear it and committed suicide by crashing his car. Is that what you also want to do to poor Thayer? Get him to commit suicide? Ruin his parents’ marriage by opening your fat legs?” Edward… that was my father’s name. My father told me the whole story. Edgar claimed to be in love with my mother, but he was actually gay. When my mother found out, she was heartbroken because Edgar never loved her. I

“Yeah, I read something about you and your brother… From rags to riches type thing… You were like on the streets…” “Yep… Dad was a fucker of a man. Literally took no shit, he forced us out of the house when we were fourteen and fifteen and told us to man up. Told us to make it on our own. Said if we made something of ourselves he would call us his sons…” True story… His father was old school. His father vowed that if his sons turned out to be pussies he would kill them. You didn’t have to like the man but you sure as hell had to respect him.

Eric’s POV Aunt Greta told a story about my grandfather and his father. She said we were quite similar in many ways. Just like my father, we were both stubborn children. Grandfather fell in love as a kid while traveling with his father. Unfortunately, the girl in question was an ordinary Thai girl. She was beautiful, he said. His father wasn’t interested in creating such a connection. In times of war, a love that was supposed to bring people together instead created a rift between a father and a son.

"The father always thinks the two sons are inferior. The two sons think their father is right about them; they started living a miserable life. Their father cares less about the two brothers and showers all his attention to his other son. This caused jealousy to grip his two sons hearts, and they wanted to kill the other son,“ he paused and smirked his lips. A tickled smile escaped from his lips. He wondered if she knew that the story related to him and his brother; had Bryan told her about them? He Thought. Seeing how she was so eager to hear all of the details of the story, he now knew that she knew nothing. She sighed heavily.

“Straight to the point, right? Like father, like son.” Mathias meets the old man’s eyes with total indifference. Clearing his throat, Mr. Robinson continues. “It’s been a while since your father disinherited you.” Mathias keeps his cool but wonders where the hell this is coming from after all those years. His father, Alexander Raptis, had threatened to reject Mathias when he learnt that his only son wanted to marry a peasant girl from a lower class. Mathias knew that his father hadn’t made that decision himself.

“If Rachel is such a good mother, then why don’t you go be her child’s father?” “Oh! You’re already Aileen’s dad, aren’t you? Back in the forest, you kept calling yourself ‘Daddy Carlson’ like she was your own.” “I told you a thousand times—I’m an Alpha. I’m the father of the whole pack! Aileen lost her father. What’s wrong with me looking after her?” “Are you the last male in Moonshadow Pack?” I used to wonder about it, so I secretly ran paternity tests on Carlson and Aileen—more than once. Every time, the result was the same. They weren’t blood-related.