Father X Son Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Don’t be dramatic.” My throat burned with anger. “I will stop being 'dramatic' when you stop being a classic Dick.” He rolled his eyes. “This again?” “Yes, this fucking again. You didn't go in there for twenty fucking years and the day I decide to visit you just happened to have the same idea, I guess we have a strong father and son bond don't you think?” My father rolled my eyes at my sarcasm, then he stared at me for a long second before he spoke

The way Jax had lost himself completely, for one night forgetting the careful lies he told the world. Jax’s stomach twisted. His cock twitched at the memory before he could kill the reaction. No. Not here. Not ever again. He was Jax fucking Thorne. Star forward. Son of a man who would rather ship him off to some conversion camp than accept the truth. His father’s voice still rang in his head from the last “disappointment” lecture: Real men don’t bend over for other men. You want to ruin this family? Keep it up and I’ll make sure you never see the ice again.

“My son is gone.” “I only got the chance to meet Kade once. I understand why you are so proud of him. He was a great man. He was funny and kind and he loved his big brother. You have another son. You didn’t lose both of your sons. You have a living, breathing son who wants to be in your life.” “Xander has not been my son in a long time.” “You can’t just revoke your fatherhood. You are his father.” “He hasn’t wanted me to be his father for a long time. He doesn’t care for me any more than I care for him.”

I open my eyes and notice the space beside me is empty. Trevor is gone. I never thought of having sex with father and son but now that it has happened, I feel proud of myself. This is something I can use to brag about to my friends. Trevor's father is indeed a maniac in bed. And he is huge. I fucking love the sex with him and he seems better than his son, Zayden.

How could I leave the father of my child facing the devil that had created him? Another volley of shots cracked through the trees. The soldiers tried to push Marcus back, their formation tightening around Xavier, but Marcus moved like a shadow, slipping, striking, his presence swallowing the clearing whole. Xavier lunged, tackling him, the two of them crashing into the dirt. Their guns went skidding into the dark. Fists replaced bullets, rage replacing precision. Blood splattered across the leaves as father and son tore into each other with years of hatred behind every blow. My breath caught. “Xavier!”

His father says sternly, breaking the tension. I feel my eyes tearing up, Xavier's were too. "Oh fuckin' hell Xavier, stop crying you faggot." His father rolled his eyes. I want to burst out of here. I want to kill this guy. Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he not care about his son? I need to get Xavier away from here. "Your top is all bloody and wet, you are not a bum, go clean yourself up!" His father gets up and walks towards the closet.

"You should get used to him baby doll. He is going to be your father-in-law and he's one of the best men I know. You know I only choose the best for you." "But Dad, you chose his son for me." I point out the obvious. "Of course I did silly girl. What I'm trying to tell you is that a good man will raise a good man. That's all." "Alright Dad. When do I get ready?" "I'm sure Anthony will text you the details." "But he doesn't have my number." "He's highly resourceful and influential. I'd be surprised if he didn't already have your number." That sounds wrong on so many levels, but I let it be.

My father said in a warning tone. I looked back at my son who has already cleaned his tears up. I saw an evil smirk on his lips, he must be happy he already free from me but guess what nobody can get free from me especially when he his mine. He is my son . "Your father was a selfish bastard just like you,he deserves everything am doing to him and more." " He might be a selfish bastard like you said but at least he loves which is the most important thing you tend to forget. Mother." Xavier retorted,he seems so mature not talking like how a normal nine years old should. It was like I never knew my own son.

Reasons he never bothers him or tries to do something that will anger Xander. Little does he know that his father is in the same shoes as his, and I don't know how to explain to both of these idots that they don't need to do so. Believe ne I want to, but then I though its better they work on their lost time in their own way, I want their relationship to develop the way they both want. Xan is my son and he pretty predictable, he may not say but his actions speaks louder, Xan fears what if he does something wrong and Xander decided he is not a good son and leave him.

He gently cupped his son’s face, wiping away the tears with his thumb, his touch both tender and reassuring. “Stop crying, buddy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m really sorry for not telling you about your mummy’s situation. She… she doesn’t remember any of us. It’s daddy's fault, but I’m working on a medicine that would help her remember. Until then, can you try not to expect…” Xavier inhaled deeply, feeling his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Damn!” The curse slipped out before he could catch it, causing Alexandre to flinch. Seeing the startled look on his son's face, Xavier ran a frustrated hand through his tousled hair, trying to regain his composure. “I’m sorry. S