Like Father Like Son Rottmnt Novels & Stories

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Just as I reached the front door, Padre arrived in a flurry with Rosa Ferrari, my half-sister. Rosa merely glanced at me without saying a word. Sofia, who had only just gone to bed, suddenly came running downstairs. She threw herself into Rosa's arms and pouted. "You finally came, Aunt Rosa! I want you to put me to sleep." Rosa was Lucia's full biological sister. The two of them looked so alike that most people couldn't tell them apart at first glance. Perhaps because of that resemblance, Rosa was free to come and go from Vittorio's villa as she pleased. She could roam the villa freely, enter Vittorio's study without permission, even handle his prized gun like it was a toy.

'Casino huh' As expected of Marquess Ajelo's son, he has the same sh*tty hobby as his father. They are so identical to the point that the only difference between them is their age. Their greed and attitude are both the same 'Manipulative bastards' Like father like son. Father is a trash bum and so are his son I don't know whether I'll laugh and be happy that they'll be easy to dispose or feel disgusted because we are currently in one place and breathing the same air but one thing is for sure, I will definitely kill him. Not now, but soon

She pales in comparison to my mother, which is the main reason I don’t understand what my father sees in her. I heard my friends, Jake and Leon, chuckle behind me as I watched my father lead Maeve out through the front door with his hand crossed on her shoulder. It was unbelievable. With each second that passed, my friends’ laughter became more annoying and clearly taunting. “Your father sure has taste…” “Your ex is going to become your stepmother…” They laughed. Angry, I kicked the cushion beside me and screamed, “Get the hell out of my house now! All of you!”

What's the fûcker gonna ask for? * DEPARTMENT'S ROOFTOP* "To every father figure, either rich or poor, there's an influence attached to him which rubs off on the child" Master X believes that quote, but Roonie aims to prove him wrong, and that's why he has been living by the invisible code. Stay as low as possible and live by his own rules which he has been doing, and he still tops the chain. Even when the students didn't know about Master X being his father, he was respected, more than Rook who pretended to be the real son

Standing to his feet, Rod said in low tone, “Thank you very much, bank manager. Pardon my fury. I thought your bank put the restriction. Now I know it is my father, I will have to deal with him squarely.” About swirling around to take a walk, the bank manager interrupted him, “Rod,” he called in a brash tone, “Please whatever the problem is, you must know that James Benson is your father so you must treat him with respect, okay.” Shooting a frown at the chubby, thick-bellied bank manager, Rod sighed and replied, “Respect is reciprocal. If he wants me to treat him like a piece of diamond I will, but if he prefers to be treated like a heap of cow dung, he should be rest assured that I will do

It's his turn to get migraines and endless questions. It's Father's day today. Ramon wanted to take Roy out and have as much fun as he could with his son. They went boat riding and scary Rollercoasters, from the video Ramon sent me. What's funny is that Roy isn't even scared as the rollercoaster goes up and down but his dad is freaking out.

My mother does her rounds as she walks to each of her sons and then to Luca and my men and then I follow her to where pops is sitting on the patio. "Son" "Evening pops. So who is it we have?" "Straight to business. Like father, like son," he smirks. Even in his 50's, Rocco Moretti is as ruthless and intimidating as they come. "Of course," I say as I sit next to my mother. She pats my hand like she always does and gulps the last of her coffee down. "His name is Fedir. That's what I got when someone shouted for him to run but as you know, the bastard doesn't have a tongue"

It's pretty annoying. "As I was saying, Lucas, one of my friend's sons who just came back from the United States, shows interest in you. I've scheduled a day where you will be going on a date with him. You both have to get together and make sure you break up with your useless boyfriend. Lucas is from a well-to-do family. If you both relationship works out and you end up getting married, it won't only lift our financial status but also strengthen the friendship between the two families." My father explained and I got so maddened by his words.

A good son? My dad shakes his head repeatedly, as if I see the world through a distorted lens. "Tony, I can't think of anything worse for you than becoming more like me," he says clearly, plainly, unmistakably. It feels like a cold dagger piercing my gut. "The fact that you resemble Colton is my greatest accomplishment as a father."