Like Father Like Son Rottmnt Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Father, why are you saying that? I don’t want anything. I only want all of you to be unhappy.” The other party’s words were unscrupulously provocative and Greg’s hands trembled in anger. “How did I have such a wicked son like you?!” The other party laughed as he refuted Greg’s words. “Don’t you know the phrase ‘like father, like son’? If you’re calling me wicked, wouldn’t that be equivalent to saying that you’re also wicked?”

"You were so wild, so full of fight... I enjoyed every second of it." "You are... you are a monster!" I breathed out, horrified. "Monster?" He chuckled darkly. "I am a man who takes what he wants. And you... you were there, crying, vulnerable, ripe for the taking. Did you think your little boyfriend was the only Moretti who could have you?" "You are his father... How could you...?!"

, I understood immediately. Over the years, Edgar had tried many ways to repair our relationship. But every time, it had done nothing except drill into me even deeper just how impossible he was—just like today. I took a deep breath and thanked Mr. Palmer. Then, I turned and left. From behind me came hushed whispers. "So, that's Mr. Booker's son? He's not quite what I imagined." "I heard he was raised by his grandmother in the countryside. And for over a decade, Mr. Booker never once went back to see him."

Ethan said as he drove off. I wasn’t expecting him to say anything sensible. “Away from who?” I asked simply, my eyes fixed up front. “You know who Myra…” He glared at me. “You should listen.” His nostril flared. “He is my boss. I don’t think that is possible.” My gaze met his and I spoke in my calmest tone possible. I really do not understand what his hate for his father is about. He swallowed. Probably short of words. “Be careful he’s a manipulative bastard." His jaw clenched.

He says as he lands another punch to his father's eye, and storms out of the house. Jonathan looks over to his father and asks: “You’re ok with this?” “I am, I was a little hurt that he didn't come to me about his feelings, but he really does love her.” “STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER, I'M NOT MY FATHER, I DON'T APPROVE!!!” He says to Stavros and walks out of the house. While Jonathan and Rocco get into the car to head home he confines to his friend. “I was rooting for you, you know. I approve of you, and anyone of your age, the older men have to know their place.” “So, you see it too, her relationship with Andre is more than just friends?” “Yes, and his goons.” As they are walking to the door of

I explain, then take him by the arm and drag him along with me. We step into the living room, and I hear his heartbeat pick up. Luka gets to his feet and tears shimmer in his eyes. My father walks to him and wraps him in an embrace, patting his back and telling him he’s proud of him. Then he turns to the rest of the family and sighs. “Cover your ears,” he says to both Luka and me before unleashing an Alpha Roar that has me bent double and nearly on my knees. I’ve never experienced my father’s Alpha Roar before. All I know is Alpha Fenriz’s one pales in comparison to this! In the middle of trying to resist the pull of the Roar, I can see my family slowly waking up and struggling to get to the

my mind reminded me. I can never be like him, the worst father on earth who can’t cater for anything, trying to give his daughter, who knew nothing about marriage, to a man older than him in exchange for alcohol. My mind fired at me, “Can’t you see you are becoming like him because of Earnest? Like father, like daughter.” The voice echoed in my mind, coming up over and over again. “Like father, like daughter,” the voice kept echoing. This time, I felt it was whispering in my ears.

Father’s Return They didn’t hear the door open. But they heard his voice. “Such a sentimental scene.” Grace spun, gun raised. Roland Armond. Older now. Greyer. But still dangerous. His dark suit was spotless. His eyes glittered with contempt and familiarity. Noah stepped between them, weapon raised. “Don’t,” Roland said calmly. “You think I didn’t expect this? My son, my daughter united by hatred. How poetic.” “You’re not our father,” Grace hissed.

he trailed off his gaze looking at the distance as if recollecting old memories. ' Does he look like my mother? Ryan sneered, the old man must have had a lot to smoke and ended up spouting nonsense in front of him. Does he even know he could be sued for being blasphemous? Ryan was even more angry than he previously was,he was certain he will have this man's tongue if he dares say another word against Roldofo, because it was clear he's only trying to use him against his father, Ryan held nothing against his father, the only crime he would say Roldofo has ever committed against him was that just like him, he cowardly watched Kira unjustly killed.

Rosei widened hers eyes, hers mouth opened so that hers jaw almost dropped to the floor. What's this? What really happened? "Mr. CEO Garrick Blackton, what are you doing? This man is my best friend's ex-husband. I know who he is. He is just a poor, useless man who has depended on his wife's family all his life!" said Rosey. "He is nothing more than a useless human who was a slave during his life as a son-in-law."