Mom Jerks Son Novels & Stories

" Nothing about his words or actions resembled those of a usual five-year-old kid. The shock had made me pass out and collapse onto the floor. I had no idea how long I lay there, but by the time I finally woke up, the sun had set. Light leaked from the master bedroom, where Caleb and Emery were enthusiastically discussing how they would renovate the house after I died. I was unconscious on the floor, yet my biological son didn't bother to check on me. He was too busy scheming to seize my home. … "Enough, Dad," Caleb cut in. "That's all in the past, so why do you have to keep dragging it up, especially in front of such a large crowd? How is Nicky supposed to face his classmates and teachers f

Everyone knew that the eldest son of the Winfreds was a loser, and Xavier was the one supporting the family. Only Jeremy did not realize that. He always thought that his father had done too much and gotten in his way so that people did not know what he could do. Erick's words were like sharp scissors that cut the fig leaf Jeremy had. How could the proud Jeremy bear that his father's illegitimate son looked down on him? Jeremy could no longer control his madness and roared, "Erick, you filthy lowlife. Do you wanna die?" "Screw you." Erick spat bitterly at Jeremy's face. "Boy. If you have the guts, kill me, or you will die in my hands one day."

I was shaking, sobbing with pleasure, “Goddamn, listen to you—screaming for Daddy’s cum like the campus slut you are. My son’s texting you right now and you’re creaming all over his father’s cock—fuck, I’m right there—gonna breed this tight pussy—gonna knock you up on my desk—take it, baby—TAKE DADDY’S LOAD!” He slammed in to me last time and exploded. “Fuuuuck—I’m cumming—Daddy’s cumming so hard inside you—feel that, princess?

"My body aching,my jaw getting tightened up cos that's the last thing I really want to heart right now. " I need you to calm down a little, son. Your dad and Mr Joe had a problem when you were still growing and it took him out of home and right now, he bounced back again, ready to attack. The most wicked thing is that, its like, he is working with his son, Alex". What. Wait? What the hell is really going on!! Alex, it's like I have heard that name. My hands shoving through my head to calm myself but it's like it's not getting it..

was I seriously considering kissing him again? I shoved at his chest, forcing him to stand upright. "Yesterday was a mistake, okay? Besides, I have Ethan, and I don’t think I’m leaving him anytime soon." His eyes darkened for a split second, before a smirk curled on his lips. "Who said you had to leave him." I blinked, confused. "What is that supposed to mean?" He smirked amused. "We could always be friends with benefits." I felt a jolt of disgust. "You’re an asshole, Jace," I spat, pushing him away, but his smirk only deepened.

As soon as our son, Ryan Goodwin's, words fell, my husband, Rowan Goodwin, and I froze at the same time. In the 28 days following the realization that Rowan was emotionally checked out of our family, whenever he walked out on Ryan and me for Megan, I had Ryan call him Mr. Goodwin as a reminder to both of us not to waste our tears on someone who wasn't worth it. Ryan, however, didn't see things that way. He was only seven years old, an age when a boy was most dependent on his father. Every time I asked him to call Rowan that, he would hesitate for a long time before murmuring, "Mr. Goodwin."

Sammy who is a typical disciplinarian asks his son, eyeing him daringly. "No father, I haven't called anyone a liar!" He defends himself. "I'm just saying that I didn't do anything but you're hell-bent on believing them instead of your own son! This isn't fair at all father!" He continues denying everything, trying to make us appear as liars hence making a fool out of us. "Jeremy, deal with him!" I say to my brother who has already pulled back his sleeves and his palms are fisted into balls, obviously craving a chance like this one so as to deal with the bastard jones.

Jacques Heard the young guy giving a snarky reply although he seemed to be surprised to see Jeremy here. "Aren't you Jason's son?" Jeremy asked. "Your father's bragging that you're going to become a neurosurgeon and you're here at this time? Isn't it time for the finals? You..." he pointed at the girl getting out of a car that was parked to their right, "You're Lydia's granddaughter, aren't you? What are you..!" And then she saw Jeremy opening the door of every vehicle there and he started shouting at the kids there like a grumpy old man.

“Welcome to the bloody club.” I barely heard him. My heartbeat was in my ears, thudding against my ribs. Everyone knew Jeremy. Reckless. Irresponsible. Addicted to women, gambling, and anything that could make him forget himself. The Don should’ve handed over power by now, but rumors said he couldn’t. Because his son wasn’t fit to lead. I thought my father hated me, but not this much. I must’ve heard wrong. I forced myself to meet my father’s eyes. “What?”

I gritted my teeth and mimicked her words under my breath. Fucking old bitch. I can’t wait for the day she dies. And until then, I will do everything to ruin Meera James—for ruining my son, for ruining my plans. I heard heavy footsteps enter the kitchen. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I spun to face my son. His baby-blue eyes met mine, and embarrassment washed over them. “Mom, you should have knocked before barging in,” he said. His words rang in my ears. Did he just—