Father Son Novels Novels & Stories

Leo. My hardened expression instantly softened. I knelt down, letting the boy collide with my legs. I lifted him up, kissing the top of his head which still smelled of baby soap. Leo has large eyes, and every time I look at him, I search for a trace of Samantha in them, even though I know it’s impossible. "That’s great, Champ. Who is this ship for?" "For Daddy! So Daddy can come home early and play soccer with me!" Leo laughed, his tiny hands patting my cheeks.

"I stole the girl belonging to my younger brother, and I selfishly marked the girl as mine. At that time I never thought that I would fall in love." "At first, I was jealous of Jack and I took everything he loved. To think I was the one who lost my own game." I looked up at the overcast sky, I sighed tiredly. Karma is over, demons and humans can't be together. It's better if Aphrodite and Hyun Ki aren't together in the second season of the novel. The metaphor of the novel title The Bad Son-in-Law sounds so annoying. Alcander stared at me intensely.

I asked Yusuf to buy enough breakfast for two and deliver it to them as I visited my old man. ***** “The prodigal son returns.” My father mocked me as I closed the door. I stared at him blankly, gauging his health, and he didn't look so good. “I couldn't resist seeing mighty Jones, looking all helpless and pathetic.” I countered, smirking at him. His face contorted as he pushed himself up, but winced in the process. I chuckled at his tortured groan, stalking closer. “Still angry, uh?” “ I am never forgiving you,” I answered, surprised he thought otherwise. “ Was I not clear?” I inquired, and the genuine loss of words as he opened and closed his mouth with nothing to say had me chuckling bitt

Felix repeated many times, as if he was proud to say that to his son. After saying that, Sean ran into his father's arms and hugged him and called out again, "I really have a father." "Yes, son. You have father." "Daddy," Sean called in his father's arms. The boy was crying, but Felix too had tears in his eyes as he felt the warm embrace of the little boy who had made his days. The next thing Claire saw was the two father and son calling each other repeatedly while still in each other's arms. Claire knew that after this she had to prepare a story that would be accepted by Sean.

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

I always thought that I can do everything that my father Luscio Costello told me. And when I say everything, that means crossing every boundary, every lines. But then, I was wrong. Sain Czar Ildefonso, the son of the man who killed my entire family and ruined my life. He is the person I need to kill, his blood is what my father wants but I can't kill him. For the second time, I failed my father.

I argued "I was not talking about their daughter, I was talking about their son" my father said "Son? What son?" I asked him "Paul Smith has a son called Noah, his first wife, Aria and him had a son but when she died and he got married to Vivian, the son was not seen by the outside world" my father said "And how did you know about the son?" I asked "I have my ways and Paul Smith owes me money so he sold his son in exchange " my father said .

“Where is Dad?” Ice asked their housemaid when dinner was served. For tonight, he was having steak and beans and chilled Cabernet Sauvignon. “He is not back yet, sir Ice. He was summoned to the Manor.” Upon hearing the current whereabouts of his father, Ice threw the glass of wine that was served to him and growled loudly. He was no longer surprised that his father woukd be out late from his shift but knowing that he is in the manor---it triggered his long withstanding rage. He despises that place and he despises the Reds for many things. Ice is Francis’ only son. While his father had a disposition and the understanding and patience of a saint---his son was the complete opposite of the fathe

The Bastard Son walked through the narrow streets, testing reactions. A boy froze in the middle of the road, eyes wide. “You’re him,” he whispered. Lucia’s son stopped. “I am,” he said simply. The boy scurried to hide behind a cart. The whisper of his name followed him. Guerrero Valenti’s son. The Bastard. The blood. Lucia’s son did not flinch. He had expected recognition. Everywhere, men saw the Valenti blood in his jawline, his hands, the tilt of his shoulders.