Novel & Cerita Novel The Son

And his son is the same. Tbc…

I don't want them to know I have a son; it's something very personal to me, not for any slut to know. I know the forty-minute drive like the back of my hand; it's the same as always, ever since I started having visits with him. I pick him up from daycare, take him with me, lock myself in my apartment all weekend with him, and drop him off on Monday mornings before going to university, if I don't skip classes. When I arrive and park the car, my mood is completely different. Owen makes me different. I feel great with him, and feeling like I have someone to take care of is good for me to not be an asshole and not give a shit about everything I do. I think if I didn't have him, I would have kill

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

I will be the shield he was for me. After an eternity of darkness, the heavy door groans open. It isn’t Santino, the man I once called husband, the man who let me love him while my brother’s blood was still dry on his hands. It is his father. “Look at you! So dirty!!” He barked out a laugh, his voice like grinding gravel. He circles me, a predator admiring a ruined pelt. “You don’t look like much now. My son has a talent for breaking things, doesn’t he?.”

The other neighbors said that the father was respectable and seemed rich. His son was smart and adorable. After moving to Jorath Elementary, he got first place on the entrance exam. “The father and son are here in Jorath to find someone.” “Find someone? Is it the child’s mom?” “Yes. The father looks really sad. He must have lost someone important.” “Maybe they moved to our street because the child’s mom is near here?” … “Ms. Johnston, you’re home,” Charles said with a big smile as he placed a cake on my table.

Selene will remain with her mother. The next readable entry was dated three years later. . . .I am beginning to understand that my youngest son is not weak. He is something else entirely. Something I am not certain I know how to control. Raine set the journal down, her hands shaking badly now. The picture emerging from Nikolai's words was of a child brutalized and shaped into something cold and calculating, someone who'd learned that survival meant being smarter and more ruthless than everyone around him. But what had happened to Magnus? To Caspar and Dmitri? The journal offered no answers, only the disturbing progression from a father who saw his youngest son as weak to one who grudgingly a

Xavier asked “Really late. I couldn’t leave her alone. I had to watch over her” “Yes you had to, considering the fact that you and Laura both decided to remove her baby without her consent. Did the guilt keep you up?” Xavier asked, still not looking up from his book “How did you know about that?” Jared asked “I find something amusing about this book. The man who was from a fairly rich background sells all his father has just to spite his father. That is not where it gets interesting. The most interesting part is that his father is an on old man on his death bed. He was literally dying and all his son could do was hate his father and he had carried that hate for his father around all his life

I had firmly resolved not to help him again, but when I saw him lying pale on the cold hospital bed, my heart still softened. He was my flesh and blood and the son I had raised and protected with Celia, after all. But every time I softened, his malice escalated. This time, after he had thrown himself off a four-story building right before my eyes, I had sworn never to soften or give in to him again. Murmurs from the crowd grew louder. The onlookers had eyes full of shock, and several middle-aged women even covered their mouths in sheer pain. "Oh gosh! This son came into the world just to collect debts from his parents. All he does is take everything they have and still acts so entitled. He's

"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

My forehead splits open, blood streaming down. At that moment, Sona opens his eyes. His golden eyes shine like torches in the darkness. He clenches his tiny fists. “Dad! Why are you hurting Mom? You said she is our queen!” Clone Sophia raises her claws toward Sona. “Dear Sona, your father is asleep now. I am your new mother. Come with me to that cave in the Himalayas.” Sona stands on the bed. A golden aura begins to radiate from his body, dimming the violet glow.