Like Father Like Son Novels & Stories

Napatingin naman ako kay bulaklak na halatang nahihirapan sa mga tingin niyang sing sama ng demonyo. “Dad! We can finally eat with my Mommy. Parang happy family tayo! Andito din si ate bulaklak. How great!” Matinis na pagpuputol ni Munde sa seryosong atmospera ng paligid. His face suddenly softened in the blink of an eye. I shivered at the sight of him changing his face that quickly, moreover, the way he looks at my son tenderly made my heart pump in frustration. I looked back and forth at his face and Munde several times while they look at each other. Parang may kung anong tumusok sa puso ko nang makita silang dalawa na masayang nakatingin sa isa’t-isa. Some of their features were exactly t

"I want to have my own wife too, Mommy." "Huh?" Nanlaki ang mga mata ko. " I want to be like Tito Alex. I want to take care of my wife and my baby. I will give my wife flowers and I will buy my baby toys. We will go to the mall and play. We will go to the church. I will teach my baby how to ride bicycle." I was just staring at him while he is talking about his new found friend and sadly I feel guilty. My son is admiring someone else's father.

Paano kung lumaki siya at tuluyan na niyang maisip na ayos lang ang ganitong pag-uugali? Fox took a step forward and squatted on the floor to level his son’s height. Nakatalikod si Fox sa akin kaya hindi ko alam kung ano ang ekspresyon niya ngayon. Si Finn naman ay nakatingin lang sa kanya na nakakunot ang noo. He looks so much exactly like his father at that angle. So adorable. Like a carbon copy.

Matapos masawi sa pag-ibig, naniwala si Beatrice na gigolo ang kailangan niya para makalimot. Sa isang gabi ng kahinaan, pinili niya ang isang misteryosong lalaki—matangkad, gwapo, may nakakabighaning mga mata, at isang katawan na kayang magpawala ng lahat ng kaniyang iniisip. One night turned into a week. A week turned into a month. Hanggang sa isang araw, bigla na lamang itong nawala. Hindi na sumasagot sa mga tawag at mensahe niya. Doon niya napagtanto ang masakit na katotohanan— She had been ghosted by her own gigolo. Ngunit nang muli silang magkita, halos tumigil ang mundo ni Beatrice. Dahil ang lalaking binayaran niya para aliwin siya sa gabi… Ay nakatayo sa h

Mula sa pananamit at pananalita nito. Just imagine that? Ako ang nag luwal sa kanya pero mas close niya ang Daddy Uno niya kesa sakin? Ano nga bang magagawa ko? He's a daddy's boy. Uno loves him so much even if he isn't his, but he still treats Marcus as his own son. Pakiramdam ko nga ay mas mahal niya pa ito kesa sakin. Dahil halos lahat ng gusto nito ay binibigay niya ng walang pag dadalawang isip.

I thought dad was very different from everyone else. "Mas gusto mo talagang kasama ang mga kaibigan mo diyan?! Tandaan mo, kaya pa rin kitang kontrolin, Ace! You're still my son. Dugo't laman, at kahit anong gawin mo I AM YOUR BOSS not that fucking friend of yours!"

he looked at Mom lovingly while holding her hand. "I hate your father's guts, he's so damn serious and I thought I can't penetrate into his mind, but God has a plan and we both fell head-over-heels with each other," Mommy added then look at me, "It's possible Fox believe me, you are just like your father, you are stone cold outside but you have a soft heart inside. Alam ko 'yan dahil anak kita." Hinawakan ni Mommy ang kamay ko. "But that doesn't mean na mangyayari rin sa amin ang nangyari sa inyo. We have different paths in life Mommy," nauubusan ng pasensyang paliwanag ko.

she beamed at me. “Yes, he’s nice. My dad would always compare me to him. He’s the perfect man and son anyone could ever have. So you need not worry about… getting hurt at least o bumaba expectations mo.” I was pulling myself back from sighing. It was too much. “Hm, okay~” May pa-crush-crush pa siyang nalalaman hindi naman pala niya ako type. Paasa. Napansin ko rin kahit sa babae ganun siya.

Why are they even battling for my affection? "And you believed him?" Sakay ko naman dito ngunit hindi pa rin ako makapaniwala. "Of course not! He's not capable of doing that. He doesn't look that good." He mumbled, spitting some insults towards his father. Aiden, you are the spitting image of your father. How can you say that he doesn't look that good? Gusto ko naman sabihin iyon pero alam ko na hindi nito magugustohan iyon. He doesn't like the fact he looks like his father. He always claims that he looks like me.

Suddenly, I pictured my son with his blonde hair too and my eyes widened. How come that my son looks like the spitting image of the man that I've meet today?! The man that has a freaking flirty tiger?! What the hell does that even mean?!