Father Son Novels Novels & Stories

I questioned him with raised eyebrow “Oh.. no I won’t let that happen, I was getting Jacob married to their only daughter Lisa Smith, just to complete this merger between their Fashion and pride.inc and our Kinght.inc, but that bastard son of mine ruined it because of his uncontrolled dick that just keeps on fucking any women….” my father added growling loud

He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states. And Celine, the road trips. The whispered promises. The long shifts at the hospital where Celine, my best friend, covered for me just so I could race to Jeremy for dinner. The nights I stayed with her, crying about him pulling away, and she stroked my hair and swore she’d never let anyone hurt me. My stomach twisted violently.

Recognition came slowly, then all at once. Christiana blinked water from her eyes and stared at him. The sharp jaw. The dark eyes that had always seemed to see too much. Julian Frost. Her father's best friend. The man who used to visit their house when she was younger, who would sit in the study with her father for hours discussing business she did not understand. The man she had stupidly, hopelessly crushed on when she was sixteen. Her stomach twisted. Of all the people to appear now, it had to be him.

Stubborn as she was, Jean stayed behind, determined to prove him wrong. It never occurred to Jean that Brooke could have just brought her along to make a living in the city. Later, Jean gave birth to Tanner and me. That desire to prove herself gradually shifted into resentment toward Brooke through years of hard work. Every time Tanner and I asked about our father, Jean would say in annoyance, “He’s dead.” Unfortunately for me, I began looking more like Brooke. Jean took out her hatred for Brooke on me. It was all because I resembled him. Once I learned the truth, I was left with nothing but bitter sorrow.

I need to be fully prepared for his revenge and I'll surely make him beg for mercy if he steps on my nerves. We are talking about the president's son here? Are you sure you can handle him? What do you think will happen to you after that? My mind said I don't care! I needed to put him in his place and that's what matter most, I thought. "Are you listening to me, Kiara?" Laura asked "Oh, sure" I smiled "The first Son is called Liam but I know nothing about him. I heard he is not in the country at this moment" she explained as she was showing me around the school. It was much bigger than I thought.

"They ruin your skin." "She wouldn't have liked you leaving me alone either." "Or getting a minor pregnant. How is he?" It's such a shitty conversation that I respond with monosyllables and evasions. He's back in town after three years, and I won't be his son. He's never been a good father, especially after my mother's death. But he's acting weird; there's no trace of alcohol on him anymore, his beer is light, and he's shaved his beard and those unkempt locks. "What a useless guy," my mind mocks.

At the mention of his father, Nicholas felt a little bit upset, somehow he dislikes his father for something he always does every evening. "Hey, what's with the facial appearance? He is still your father, no matter what." "*Sigh* okay, mother, I will chop the vegetables." He brought out the veggies and began chopping them while his mother Iris got to work with making dinner. Somehow Nicholas dreaded tonight, it would have been fine if it was just him and his mother. Sometimes he wished his father was dead. They lived peacefully during the day but at night, it was a whole different story. Nicholas' father, Rick Stetson was a drunkard, he was a gambler and does lots of despicable things.

He stood in the middle of the well-furnished living room, dressed in a sleek black suit. Leonard Wells looked every inch like his son. They shared similar midnight black hair that he grew long instead and tied into a ponytail at the back of his head. His eyes were green, a shade darker than his son's. "Dad," David replied, straightening his shoulders as his father regarded him. For a full minute, he stood under his father's scrutiny, resisting the urge to shift, feeling every bit like a little boy. "I'm home," A grin slipped onto his father's face, lighting it up with joy. The older man rushed towards his son and slapped a hand on his back. "Of course you are! And the best-graduating student

Only Veronica and Gener were left. "Hurry up Arnaldo get dressed and we'll talk!" Veronica instructed her son. "okay mom! Give me 5 minutes and I will be out!” this is the mother's answer. Gener was quiet. He doesn't tend to interfere with whatever his son does because he wants to give his son freedom to do whatever he wants. But because of his love for his wife, he is always by her side and agrees, because he knows the grief she went through from the incident that took the life of their daughter.

"I suppose you produced a son with your dead wife, Mr. Zannelith." Father did not seem offended. Instead, he smiled and said softly. "What's the difference between a boy and a girl? They are all the same. I have an angel and you have the devil's son." Father pointed at Mr. Rockfeller's youngest son who was now sticking his tongue out at me. Mr. Rockfeller looked at his youngest son sadistically. "He's a useless boy. All his older brothers and sisters are busy taking care of their business." Then Mr. Rockfeller hit his youngest son on the arm. "Come on, show some manners, Smith."