Like Father Like Son Rottmnt Novels & Stories

The twitch was minimal but the threat in it was massive. "I can clearly see why my son has chosen you to be his Queen. These daring eyes and this porcelain doll face with..." His eyes again took a tour of my body shamelessly "after all he is my son" his smirk widened. The 'disgusting' word can not describe the character of this father and his son. I want to punch him right now. Is everyone the same here? What kind of people are they? Chuavinistc, controlling, shameless, bloody... He cut me off before I could appreciate him more.

The old man shouted and stood in front of his son. " I am sorry sir, but he started it.." Rohit said grinding his teeth. " Shut up!!! Didn't your parents teach you anything?? " the old man shouted. " Sir my parents taught me everything but I am sorry to say that you forgot to teach basic things to your son. Sir, please teach your son to behave well with women. He was misbehaving with her. " Rohit pointed towards me. " How dare you talk to me like this?? Who are you?? Are you from the girl's side? "

my father snarled, his voice rising louder now. “No,” Adrian answered quietly. “Then what exactly did you think would happen?” my father thundered, spreading his arms slightly like the answer itself offended him. “Did you think I would congratulate you for fucking my daughter behind my back?” “Father…” my voice cracked softly. “Stay out of this!” he roared without even looking at me. I flinched instantly. But Adrian’s eyes shifted toward me for one second, and despite the chaos happening around us, despite the fury and tension filling the room, that single look still managed to affect me the same way it always did.

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.

But the longer I see Maya in this state, the harder it becomes to push it away. Dominic. I haven't talked to him since the day I left… but cruelly enough, biology does not care about broken hearts or unfinished stories. Dominic is Maya’s father. And genetically, that matters. I look down at Maya again, studying the small face that I know better than my own reflection. She has my dark hair, but the shape of her eyes belongs entirely to him. Even the stubborn way her chin lifts when she refuses to eat vegetables reminds me painfully of Dominic.

My father’s eyes searched mine, seeing the bruises that were hidden beneath my collar, seeing the new hardness in my gaze that hadn't been there a month ago. He smiled, a sad but proud twist of his lips. "Yes... you are grown up. More than I ever wanted you to be, perhaps. But you are a Theron bloodline through and through." "Oh, please!" The tension was snapped by a dramatic, high-pitched wail. Rosa stepped forward, fanning herself with one hand while the other clutched her chest. She looked at me with a pout that was so exaggerated I couldn't help but let out a short, hysterical laugh.

* Reda Faith * I could not stop the tears from flowing in my eyes as I rode with my father in his white Honda CRV. He is silent while on the steering wheel and I keep my eyes outside the window. I have never made him so angry and disappointed all my life, this is the first time that I have seen him this angry. He even punched a powerful man like Axel. The silence is disturbed by the ringing of his phone above the dashboard of the car. "Yes, Papa?"

Felix scratched the part of his neck that was not itchy and then the man cleared his throat before saying softly, "That ... I don't want to make my son ashamed of me." Claire raised one eyebrow in surprise, "Sean? What do you mean you don't want to embarrass Sean?" Felix nodded slowly, "Yes, Claire. I can't imagine my son knowing that his father is a jerk. I'm so afraid that my son will look at me badly and that he won't be able to take anything good from me." The man even lowered his head and looked like a child who had just been caught doing something wrong. It was the first time Felix had ever seen such a guilty expression from Felix Homann.

" His words sent a thrill through me, but Susan beamed with uncontained joy. I opened my mouth to tell my father the truth, but I hesitated. I remembered Susan's promise—she only needed one day to experience this life, and then she would return my father to me. So, I swallowed my urge to speak. "Dad, uh… Do you need a housekeeper at home?" Susan shot me a look, silently pleading with my father not to keep me around. My fists clenched tightly. I couldn't believe she was going back on her word. My father turned to me, his gaze softening with an unexpected warmth. Then, slowly shaking his head, he murmured, "It's… it's uncanny how much you look like her." He then asked, "Are you married?"

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.