Father Son Novels Novels & Stories

“Three times today, princess. Filled this tight little cunt while he was texting you like a worried puppy. He was right outside that door, and you were in here naked, legs wrapped around Daddy, whimpering as I came inside you again. How’s that feel, baby? Knowing your man’s hunting for his sweet girlfriend while she’s dripping his father’s load?” “Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his

“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.

I heard Steve tell him, “You need to stay the fuck away from my family Darren, if you don’t I’ll make sure you never come near anyone again.” Darren began to laugh, “Are you kidding me Steve, do you know whose son you are playing daddy with, it’s my fucking son, and it’s my fucking girl. I told you that from day one!” Steve didn’t say anything he just held him in place, Darren again was trying to stir stuff up,

“I just need you gone.” He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “You sound just like her.” His eyes flicked toward my mother with an accusing glare. “Poisoned. Always so dramatic, always turning my son against me.” “Don’t you dare,” Mom hissed. “You did that all by yourself.” “Oh, please, Fiona.” His tone dripped with sarcasm. “You’ve never accepted your own faults. You drove me to that and you know……your pride, your jealousy, your constant suspicion.”

A SON FOR A BILLIONAIRE (A night with the stranger) EPISODE ONE Theme: Mother and Son IVY’S APARTMENT Leroy was playing a video game in his room when he remembered that his mom had promised to get him a super hero comic book this weekend. He didn’t want to lose the game to the robot playing with him but then the super hero comic book was more important. Then Leroy jumped nimbly to his feet, ran out of his bedroom and motioned towards the kitchen to talk to his mom.

But wasn't Vincenzo Giovanni's son, just like his dad. Would Giovanni harm his own son, for betraying him? Josh didn't think Giovanni could be that cruel, however at the same time he couldn't say that he knew Giovanni well, he was still new to this family and didn't understand anyone. Josh leaned against the wall as he continued to listen in while waiting for Antonio to finish up his conversation. Eventually, Antonio spotted him and stopped the conversation to approach him. Josh gave him a half smile,“Can I talk to you?” Antonio nodded, however he noticed the half smile. He could tell it was something serious Josh was about to ask. “Yeah. What is it?”

Mom’s face twisted with heartbreak, and she turned away like she couldn’t bear to watch. Only after Dad paid me compensation did I agree to sign the statement asking for leniency. Mom glared at me while holding Howard protectively in her arms. “From now on, I’ll pretend I never had a son like you.” I looked at her and smiled. “Ma’am, did you forget? I was never your son in the first place.”

Mystrel asked both of them. "It was Midas, Firo's eldest son," Fane stated in exasperation. Mystrel closed his eyes and said fuck me. I looked at Fane not even realizing that Firo had adult children. "Is his son as insane as Firo," I asked curiously and both Mystrel and Fane nodded and said worse. I frowned and crossed my arms as my family members started coming out from the basement. Rae went and grabbed her daughter from my mother and brought her over to me.

My world completely imploded. My father never liked Christian. To him, he was a living reminder of his cheating ex-wife, Gaia, Christian's mother. Even after conducting multiple DNA tests, all confirming that he was his son, Father never forgave him. He tortured him for lengthy hours, treated him like dirt, and always reminded him that he was the son of a filthy whore. And tonight, he was finally casting him away from the family and the Famiglia mafia entirely, stripping him of his inheritance, especially since his latest child-bride was finally pregnant with his ‘real’ heir.

I had just finished my night shift and was eating tacos at a roadside stand when my phone suddenly buzzed. "Are you Kevin Weston's father?" "Please come to the Southvale police station. Kevin smashed the windshield of a luxury car parked by the road. The owner is demanding 50,000 dollars in compensation!" The officer's stern voice came through the phone. I froze. The taco I had just picked up with my fork slipped right back onto my plate. "Officer, you must have the wrong person. My son drowned and died three years ago. We even have his death certificate." But the officer clearly didn't believe me. He flipped through some records and continued, "You're Justin Weston, a security guard at the