Novel The Son Novels & Stories

When Mina was pregnant with Tyler, Taylor and Tessa, he didn't get the opportunity to witness her in her pregnancy state, but now he gets to have that opportunity, so he was really excited. Mina was dumbfounded with the way Alexander was behaving. "Wait. You haven't explained anything to me. I thought…. I thought. You know what I mean….". She said, her facial expression showed how confused she was about the whole situation. "About that, I'm sorry I lied, wifey. I'm a very healthy guy, and a healthy husband". Alexander confessed to Mina, who ended up being super stunned!. . Tina Nwuba: For more understanding, you can go ahead and read part 1 of this book "Oh no! The Ruthless Mafia Is The Fath

I stood with Gideon at the edge of the driveway and watched the taillights disappear down the road toward Evergreen, carrying the new Alpha, the woman with wings that no one would ever see, and the man who would be buried under the trees he’d once stolen. Gideon crossed to the bench and gathered Bjorn up against his chest. Our son mumbled something incoherent and burrowed into his father’s shoulder without waking. I held the back door open, and Gideon carried our son inside.

"I've got nothing left. The restaurant's gone, and I'm a hundred grand in debt from that hotel lease. You still want to call me 'mom'?" He hesitated for a split second. "Money or no money, you're still my mom! I'll find a job soon, and I'll help pay it all off!" I pushed the door open wider. "Fine. Come in." If he was really sincere, I'd see soon enough. Or maybe he had another angle—only one way to find out. Back at the old house, Henry played the role of devoted son perfectly. He handled every chore, cooked, and left at dawn each day to "look for work." Honestly, he seemed like a different person.

I'd like to hear what else they have to complain about their lives," I mocked sarcastically. But none of the Dentworths could tell that I was being sarcastic. As I gazed at Mathias, who went along with every word the Dentworths said, I no longer felt any trace of sadness for him. Ever since I had been reborn, I finally realized that this son of mine was absolutely useless. Sometimes, when I looked at him, I wondered if he really was my and Thomas' son. How on earth did he turn out to become like this? It turned out that some people were naturally rotten at heart. No matter how much one tried to educate and nurture them, they wouldn't be able to change the fact that the person was already rot

"Oh, I get it. You're the guy Freya's been sneaking around with! And now you're cursing my son to be dead?!" I shoved myself between them, forcing them apart. "This is my brother, Shaun," I snapped. Peter froze, his face flickering with confusion before it hit him. His jaw dropped. "Wait—Shaun Wayne? CEO of Wayne Corp?!" Before I could answer, the housekeeper approached with Yule's urn in her hands. "Ms. Wayne," she said softly, "it's time." I took the urn, my grip firm as I turned to Peter. My voice was steady. "Yule is right here. If you still have any shred of decency as a father, come with us."

I know that now in a way I didn't let myself know for a long time, that you are not coming back to this address, that if you are alive somewhere, you are not looking for us, and that the Shen Ross who married me on the beach is not the person who existed before I found him bleeding on the road. I know all of that. I am writing this anyway. Our son is fourteen months old. He has your eyes, I know I have thought about this before, but they keep being your eyes every time I look at him, stubbornly yours. He has started walking, or trying to. He walks the way you fixed things: with complete certainty that he is doing it correctly, right up until the moment he falls over, and then he gets up and

He had never known what 'the world's greatest father' was like. Competing with his half brothers and half sisters, he survived alone until today. Meanwhile, his father simply coldly watched his children fight against each other. He had never received any kindness from his father, so he had not hesitated to swing his blade to take his father's head and sit on the throne as the head of the Michel Family. Having never received his father's love before, he did not feel sorrow over his father's death. However, Sonnia was different. Three days later, Rex appeared at the entrance of a certain hospital.

One must always know the enemy in order to be victorious in all battles, so she must understand clearly whose son this Micah guy was. “Third Uncle, Uncle Welson.” “The one who came to our house last time and insisted on lifting the covers off the bed?” Maxwell nodded. Sonnet clicked her tongue. As expected, like father, like son. An apple never fell far from the tree. “We have to be careful these days and try not to be alone, lest he retaliates,” Sonnet said to Maxwell. Maxwell nodded and looked up to ask Sonnet, “Where are the kids?” “When you went to the bathroom, they said they wanted to try and go back by themselves, so I let Jaybie and Lune take Shay back first.” Sonnet said with some t

He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states. And Celine, the road trips. The whispered promises. The long shifts at the hospital where Celine, my best friend, covered for me just so I could race to Jeremy for dinner. The nights I stayed with her, crying about him pulling away, and she stroked my hair and swore she’d never let anyone hurt me. My stomach twisted violently.

He was silent, his eyes fixed on the man holding me, his little hands reaching out as if toward a familiar ghost. "Look at him," the Clone whispered in my ear. "He doesn't recognize the father dying in that chair. He recognizes the code. He is the bridge between the old wealth and the new world. And he doesn't need a mother who wants him to be 'human.' He needs a Sovereign." "He’s my son!" I roared, and with a burst of maternal fury, I slammed my elbow into the Clone’s ribs.