Preston Meaning Novels & Stories

"You're talking nonsense! I love you the most out of my three children. How can you speak of me like that?" Preston looked at her impassively as he softly said, "Is that so?" 'Is that really so?' As Karen's firstborn, Preston was required to be the best young master of the Riddle family. He was forced to learn this and that day in and out, so much so that he did not have time to touch his favorite computer. Later on, he suffered many beatings for doing the things he liked. Preston did not look at Karen. He was now a grown-up and no longer that weak little boy.

The boys stopped, and Jeff’s heart skipped. “What was that?” the kid asked, his voice breaking again. Preston laughed. “Somebody let a squealer while droppin’ a deuce.” He came closer. “Hey, who’s in there?” Jeff stepped forward, knowing Preston could identify him by his shoes. Not many guys their age wore suede. Please, no! Not another swirly! He cradled his aching arm. I can barely breathe! “Hello?” Preston knocked. “Come out, come out.”

"It's the only one I have." Preston studied him — the rigid set of his shoulders, the way his hand pressed flat against the glass, the particular stillness of a man who has run himself into a wall and is still deciding whether to try to climb it or just stand there. "You were insufferable, you know," Preston said. "When you first got together. Walking around like you'd invented happiness. Made the rest of us want to push you into traffic." He paused. "And now you're standing at a window at midnight like something out of a Victorian novel, and she's two buildings over crying into Chloe's guest pillow, and you—" He shook his head. "What are you actually waiting for?"

He was none other than Preston, a rich heir. Preston felt that the performance of the super sports car Dante bought was just too awesome. His appearance must be very handsome, and he would gain Ada's attention. "Mr. Aldridge, here you are!" Harmony smiled lightly and went to Preston. She then said to Ada, "Ada, this is Mr. Preston Aldridge. He's a famous rich heir in Little Xeottect. I think you guys will have a lot to talk about." "Ms. Pendragon, nice to meet you." Preston extended his hand to Ada. He did not know Ada, so he had asked Harmony to help introduce them to each other so as not to be rude.

When evening came, Celeste sat in the living room, her countenance grim. She heard the sound of the door opening, indicating that Preston had returned. Celeste studied her son, who stood at an impressive 1.88 meters. Preston’s longtime dominance over the King family’s riches and company was a testament to his intelligence and ability. He was physically and intellectually outstanding. Despite all of that, he ended up marrying a very unremarkable woman. Preston sensed Celeste’s stare as he entered the living room, so he walked closer to her. “Do you have something to say to me?”

The life of a Preston. She wanted to own her. Evelyn leans forward. The cuffs clink against the metal ring. The sound echoes off the white walls. She wanted to raise her the way she should have been raised. With money. With power. With the Preston name. With a future that meant something. With a legacy. The Preston name means nothing. It is ash. It is smoke. It is a reminder of cruelty and death. It is a curse. It means everything to me. Her eyes are wet. Tears spill down her cheeks, dripping onto the table. It was all I had. It was all Patricia had. And you burned it down. You burned it all down.

" Well, I was wondering why I even existed in this world also. Preston. That name alone had my heart accelerated, hammering rapidly inside my rib cage. My palms would go clammy and if it was possible, my knees would buckle like a newborn deer attempting to walk for the first time. He was after all the school's heartthrob who everybody adored and loved. He had blond hair that reached to his baby blue eyes that I liked to stare forever. He had an infectious laugh, not one of those throaty ones that classified as a chuckle but one that came from his belly. His smile however, was one of a kind. Unfortunately, for a loser like me could never get even a single twitch from his adorable mouth. Yeah

They simply allowed the place to go to ruin. Preston showed up two weeks later. Emaciated, barely alive, claiming that The Fates led him here. And that’s what they all said. Every blow-in. ‘The Fates led me here.’ I didn’t understand at the time, but I do now. A lot has happened since then. The gods spoke, The Fates acted, and here we all are, ready to fight for our right to live. Preston sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “You’re right. I do forget sometimes…the gods don’t speak to me.”

“Preston, if I tell you the story, you’re going to think I’m crazy, and short of driving over there and taking those two boys, I’m doing the only other thing I can think of to help them.” “I’m your lawyer, Asher, I’ve heard and seen it all.” Preston had once been a criminal attorney in Chicago. He’d returned to Two Bear Meadow to look after his ailing mother, draft wills, and represent clients who drove their tractors too fast on public roads. “Before the snow melts, the two Crowley boys will come to live with me. I can’t explain it to you, other than it’s what Bear Claw saw in his vision quest. In another life, I adopted them both.”

“‍What is it?” ‌ I do‌n’⁠t answer.‌ I just stare at the words until they stop meaning an‌ythin‌g. ⁠Preston. It has to b⁠e.⁠ He wa‌nts me off b‌alance, chasi‍ng⁠ ghosts wh‍ile he hi‍des the real trail.⁠ I crumple the note, s‌hov⁠e it into my pock⁠et. “Get the car. We’re not done.”