Novel & Cerita Father Son Novels

The old man was preventing a smile from showing. My father and my son are like coffee and milk when they’re together because of their hair color. They are the complete opposite of each other. Besides their age, my son has hair as dark as a moonless night while my father has hair as blond as corn-hair. Griffin giggled when Nicholas Reed peppered kisses on his chubby cheeks. “Nonno,” he continued to giggle until we reached the kitchen where my sister was busily preparing breakfast for us.

"But Luna stays between us." Derek nodded and stepped inside. He set the suitcase down and closed the door quietly behind him. Then he turned to face her, and his expression was hard as stone. "You owe me a life-debt, omega," he said. "And it's time to pay." My Stepfather's Son Is My Fated Enemy

"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

The moment my son, Leo, said those words, both Bruce and I froze. In the 28 days since I’d realized Bruce’s heart wasn’t with us, every time he abandoned me and Leo for Fiona, I made Leo call him "Alpha Bruce." It was a reminder, to both of us, not to waste our tears on someone who wasn’t worth it. But that’s not how Leo saw it. He was only seven, at an age where a boy hero-worships his father.

How can a man who doesn't understand his own son understand a complete stranger? I stay silent. As I always do. My mother looks at me with the same sympathy in her eyes as she always does. My father levels me with a hard look, as usual. The only new addition here is Anthony Crosswalk. Who looks at me like I'm way beneath him. But, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what he thinks about me, because it's not him I'm marrying, it's his son, who, from what I've seen, does not like his father. "Where's Warren?" I ask my mother, referring to the boy who used to landscape our garden, AKA my childhood crush.

“After everything with Adrian, I mean?” “Of course I miss her,” Father said. “Much like Conson, she wasn’t my mate, but she was my partner and my friend. I have three beautiful sons from her. I wouldn’t trade them for anything, even Susanne.” It warmed my heart that he still included Adrian. I knew it meant a lot to my husband.

His son used to be a good friend of mine till he disowned him on his eighteenth-year birthday for getting a local girl pregnant. “Yes,” father said with a proud smile. “And you believe he is more capable than Kane?” another posed with a nod. His name is Efiong, he’s African-American and he’s dressed in a simple shirt and plain trouser like the rest of them, but the difference is, he was donning a python leather shoe. He’s a big bird in the textile industry and he’s a gentle man who I knew for his preference for Kane whom he considered quiet and strategic. “I don’t compare or chose between my sons, but trust me, I gave them standards and he just met half of it and will complete it tomorrow.”

“Here's the deal, Dad. I will be a better son to you. I will be submissive to your wishes. On one condition: never try to do anything to that couple! Else, you will lose everyone and everything that what you worked for. Especially that you murdered the true heir, the true Elder of this family! If something were to happen to Sean and Sena, I will no longer stand by you! “ I point to him. And I turned away from my Father. “Tss. Until now, you’re still fond of him! “he added. “Hiro, you may now get up and follow me.” Hiro did as he was told and hurriedly followed me. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an upd

 Christopher Benjamin Jackson: 14 years old A highschool student. Fifth and Last son, really brilliant, half nerd half badass, loves his father, Fred, henry and whisky. A lover of books and sports such as soccer, fencing and horse riding, plays violin. Hates all his older brothers except Fred, loves prank, he tries staying out of trouble but trouble always seem to find him, grew up without a mother and doesn't understand why his brothers holds him responsible for her death, scared of nothing really courageous, can be very arrogant and impudent, have anger issues and mood swings, different from all his siblings. Looks up to his father, Scared of belts. Others characters.

Father says with a sneer and I feel my fingernails lengthen. "You tried to have my son murdered, and my ex-mate was partially behind it," Patrick growls and Father shrugs as if the information shouldn't be upsetting. "Like I said, water under the bridge. My plan failed. Your son lived. And he stands here today proving his mother has some value because we both know his strength didn't come from you," Father says egging on the angry Alpha. "You son of a bitch," Patrick growls as he lunges towards my Father.