Father Son Novels Novels & Stories

“Father! It was that woman! She seduced me! She threatened me! She said she’d destroy our family if I didn’t do what she said! I was forced! You have to save me!” With his treachery exposed, Dante threw all dignity aside, clinging to Vincent’s leg. “Father, she set me up! She used our family business to threaten me! I had no choice! Please, you have to help me…” Vincent shook him off in disgust. “Enough. You are no longer my son.” “Very well,” Don Salvatore nodded. “Then this is settled. Dante Moretti will be dealt with by Vincent. As for you, Miss Volkov, please inform your father that we will remember this.”

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.

Tisha As soon as my father finds out Cassidy is carrying his son... well, she is actually carrying two, but he doesn't know that... his demeanor changes. His facial features soften, and he speaks to Cassidy gently. He eases up his hold on her, and I can see a very noticeable change in him. He is looking at her the way I look at her. Hearing that he has finally fathered a son has shifted his obsession into love. My father is in love with my mate! My stomach churns. She is not even afraid! Does she love him too, despite being mated to me? Is this some kind of Stockholm syndrome? I look back down at the ground, too disgusted to watch what is unfolding in front of me. My father will finally have

“What is it?” Dad’s face is bitter as he begins. “You know that Roy, Nova’s father, is the second son of Beta Roran. What you don’t know is that Roy was always angry that he was the second. That he would never have the title, the power, or the strength that his brother Robert had. He was constantly causing fights between the two, sneaking around trying to get Robert in trouble, and just generally being a pain in the ass to everyone.”

“Could it be… the baby doesn’t like me?” I shrugged, looking at him innocently. “I wouldn’t know.” He pursed his lips and sighed. “Is he really my son?” “What does that have to do with being your son?” “Don’t they say daughters are their father’s little sweethearts from a past life, while sons are their mother’s little sweethearts?” Everett looked at me, a faint smile playing on his lips. “If your little sweetheart doesn’t like me, isn’t that perfectly normal?”

She sniffed, as she said the last word dabbing the corner of her eyes with her fingers. Yes I was my father's oldest son, but I was also his bastard. Legitimately, Zephyr is his son because his mother was the one who our father married, took as his bride. I gripped the sheets tightly and exhaled shakily as memories of my father flashed through my mind. And they weren't pleasant memories. They never were. The fact that I was his first son never really mattered to him. Zephyr was the one who got recognised, Ryder was the one who was dotted on the most.

“ Don’t worry honey, I'll discipline our son for you… “ Fergus whispered right into Demonise' ears. Even when she’s asleep, she still looks like an angel. That’s why having her in his life was an answered prayers, and the past can’t stop him from owning her. “ Hurry up old man… “ After hearing Black's pissed voice, with a smile on his face, he obediently walked towards his son after kissing her forehead gently. He saw Black on the sofa, sitting elegantly as if he was a twenty year old business tycoon. Well, this father and son are almost completely similar. “ What do you want to say young boy? “ He asked while sitting in front of his son. Black crossed his arms and legs, then he stared at hi

Yes, after all, that's how all parents were. But his father was a controlled man. He rarely let things get him riled up, but here he was hitting his own son over a faggot? Harvey slowly pushed himself off, still pressing his fingers against his split lip. His eyes locked with his father's. Now that he was standing, his father’s frame had completely covered Rory. The way Nicholas’s chest heaved, he looked ready to kill someone, and that someone was his own son. His own biological son? Over his stepson he is sleeping with?