Novel The Son Novels & Stories

He looked at the old man with so much hate, and although it wasn’t directed at me, it terrified me. The man pursed his lips and gestured around the room with his hand. "I thought I would just drop by and pay a visit to my son and see how he is fairing after his only friend’s death. And from what I see, you seem to be doing just fine. Maybe you just never cared about her as much as everyone thought you did. You really are my son in that aspect, huh?" The man made a terrible sound. I refused to believe it was a laugh. It sounded like he was wheezing and coughing and gasping for air all at once.

Everyone that was in the room cleared reluctantly, when the doors closed behind the last person, Ethan finally looked like a human, this time not powerful, not untouchable as he had always been but really broken. He brought out a strand of hair. What has he done now? I thought. “What is this, Ethan?” I was quite scared but I didn't show it. “It’s a hair,” he said and paused. “My son's hair.” He continued. “I really don't understand this and who is your son.” I asked.

Gleaming gold, November didn’t know if those were fangs peeking in her closed lips. Her gaze met by the younger girl, none of them blinked or turned away. November could smell it from the eleven year old girl, her little sister. Nicole is her Father’s daughter, he’s very own blood, a child with the mate he had bonded. November also immediately smelled the resentment coming from her Father’s mate and that moment she knew she is seen as a threat. 2015, Manhattan, New York City The sound of the door quietly closing alerted her of the new arrival. First, it was the sent, it sent shivers down her spine.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

he mumbled his voice dropping till it was barely audible and it was through this change that I learnt more about him. "What happened?" He sighed looking back at me and I felt myself being transported to the first time I saw him on those steps. The pain behind his eyes drew me towards him despite the danger signs surrounding him. "When the economy got bad, my father pushed by the need to continue providing for us got involved in some things that admittedly he wasn't proud of. In my neighbourhood it was rare to have an honest job but my dad had done all he could to avoid getting into that life. And when he needed work he was introduced to one of the families that ran the city through a friend

I will disappear and never look back. *** I was standing at the door, where the whole underworld was seated together, discussing the disappearance of Keeil and me. No one was bothered by that scumbags lost, but this father and it gave me the reassurance I needed to proceed. I walked in casually and took a seat across from Boris, hand on the loaded gun ready to shoot. "Where the hell is my son? What did you wrench do to him?" Boris screams at me . " Oh , your son.. yeah, he is dead. Ans since I am still married to him, it means.." I say, pull out the gun and shoot him in the stomach.

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.

"Hey, Old Man. What 'wife' are you talking about? My beloved Mommy is only mine! I’m going to marry her when I grow up! You don't get to just come in here and call her your wife." Silas just laughed again, shaking his head. He didn't seem bothered by my outburst. In fact, he looked charmed. Just a moment ago, he had been the serious, strict billionaire I saw on the news, and now he was acting like a kid, just because he found out he had a son. It was confusing.

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"

The grandfather says that the girl him is going to set up an arranged marriage with is the one who was with grandfather Lee when he helped Haven. In return, Haven dedicated his life to becoming Grandpa Lee's son-in-law and he promised to take care of Grandpa Lee's family. Haven hides his real identity at the request of Lee's grandfather, so that the Lee family will not become the enemy's target when they find out that Haven is the son-in-law of the Lee family. Since then, Clark's figure as the God of War as a military leader in the nation of medicine disappeared. The nation of medicine lost the god of war, the national stronghold.