Novel The Son Novels & Stories

The Beginning raised its hand. Then the End joined us. I looked at her. You're helping? She nodded. Your son may rewrite destiny. But he needs someone to show him where to begin. My son looked at the End. Where? She pointed toward one world. A world where our family had never met. Another where Cassian had died. Another where I had become a villain. Another where our daughters had never been born. Another where my son had ruled the universe alone. He stared at them. Which one should I save?

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

Through time, she tried to explain to her son about everything but as he was growing up and been hearing news about his father, who became known in the shipping and real estate industry, while they were then trying to make both ends meet, curtailing the urge for luxuries so that he can send him to a good school, she observed that he never ever mentioned again the word Daddy and more so, the name of his father. In his room, Wilgreg’s emotion is overflowing. Why would he come back now? They do not need him. They are okay. He is fine. They were able to surpass all hardships without him. They don’t need him!

Nathan said, “I may never get touched again. Though I hope she doesn’t hold it against me. I do have to say though I liked her being pregnant.” “And you wonder why you and your brother are less than a year apart.” Maverick laughed. “We are less than eleven months apart,” Nathan said as he thought about that. “And the knowledge that your beautiful wife is in there with your son. That does have a way of getting the blood pumping again in a different way.” Maverick said with a grin. “However, this is our last. This is your new beginning.” “A son and grandson in one day. How does it feel, old man?” Nathan laughed.

"I didn't do anything to you. You betrayed me. Why? Just tell me why." His face was a wreck. Tears running down it. He wanted an answer. Fine. I'd give him one. He was the only son of the Moretti family. Born to be the Don. And he walked away. For me. His father pressured him every way you can pressure a man. He didn't budge. He wouldn't come home. He worked as a real-estate agent. Long hours. Took everything he made and brought it home. He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house.

“Then let me give you some good news. “The old, run-down property you transferred to me was bought out for redevelopment. The payout was several million dollars.” For one brief second, hope flashed across Dad’s face. Before he could say anything, I continued. “Too bad it has nothing to do with you.” I looked at him and smiled. “After all, I’m not your son.” Dad’s face went gray. As for Howard, he got into a police car. I got on a plane. In the end, we both headed toward the futures we deserved.

“You’re right, Mom. I do need to take a long, hard look at myself. So do you.” My mother scoffed. “What exactly have I done wrong?” “Come on out, little brother.” The bodyguards stepped aside, allowing a man to walk forward. The moment my father saw him, his lips began to tremble. He could not say a word. “Dad, you recognize him, don’t you?” I asked with a smile. The man was perfectly at ease. He stepped right up and said, “Hi, Dad. Hello, madam.” So, when did I first discover that my father had an illegitimate son?

He just raised an eyebrow like he was encouraging me to keep going. “Your son is older than me, sir,” I continued, voice rising, hands flailing, my face on fire. “Like, your actual son is older than me. I’m barely nineteen. This is my first week. I’m a freshman. I came here to study literature, not to get… seduced in your fucking office.” Still nothing. Not even a flicker of guilt. He just watched me with those heavy-lidded eyes like he’d already seen this show before and knew how it ended.

" I’m bored , would rather be any where but here , looking like my father’s son acting perfectly for the camera like he doesn’t hate my gut , like I wouldn’t love to shoot him but I can’t leave … . My mother valued family way more than her life , she would always talk about how we shouldn’t air family laundry outside. We can be enemies behind close door but outside we are a family and we stand by each other So here I am standing by my father, even though I would want nothing more than to wipe that smug smile off his face with my gun Suddenly he leaned forward to me “ Notice how they just said that you are my son , they didn’t even mention that you are a billionaire just my son , that’s all y

After all, they had to rely on their extended family to live. "Dad… No matter what, I'm still your son. You can't do this to me!" Howard's forehead was covered in sweat, and his voice was trembling. Lana wailed, "Please, don't! It's all because of that bastard Elio, isn't it? It has nothing to do with our family. He's a curse, a blight on our name. I hate him too… but there's nothing I can do!" Dylan struggled at school, so Lana had hoped that her son would enter the family business once he graduated. That way, he would at least have a decent job, and he would be able to support himself if nothing else. Now even that was impossible.