Prodigal Son Book Novels & Stories

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

"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.

Given that I did not encounter or engage with any of his family members at our wedding, I inferred that his relationship with them was strained. As we passed by a woman in a red gown holding a wine glass, I overheard her whispering to the man beside her, "Look, the prodigal son has arrived. I can’t believe this eldest son of Lawrence Monroe dropped out of school to escape a life of luxury. What a fool he is! I also heard that he only comes here to beg his father for money. I really don't understand why he left his family in the first place. What a pathetic beggar this man is..."

"As for me, I will choose my money. Because with that, I can live the life I have always wished for myself. I can help the people I want to help. I can help my family too. Your family turn their backs on you one day but at least, you still got your money with you, that is my answer. Thank you." She was clapped for. "Iris Williams of Gateway Academy. Family or money." Daniel asked and pointed the microphone to my mouth. "Thank you for the question," I said and cleared my throat away from the microphone. "Money could leave but your family would never leave you if they are truly your family. You could say you want your money and eventually, you will run back to your family. Just like the prodig

Another dramatic exclamation almost burst my eardrum, talk of the devil and here he comes, like father talking son. " Isn't this my prodigal brother?" "Father, you should have made a Pana and hung it on top of the mansion, with the theme, " return of the prodigal son." He said, trying to irk me, but the old man found it funny and they shared a laugh but there was nothing funny about what he said.

, Reid explained. Reid Martakis is the cousin to Colton, Colton's father is the elder while Reids' is the younger. Reid would be the prodigal son of his father, who wants to live a different life on his own without relying on his father's wealth, while Colton had been trying to act the good son, through his father's companies that he had been managing, he was able to set up his own companies in different branches.

She would laugh and cry at the same time, holding a doll made from a pillow, showing it off to anyone she saw. "This is my son, Curtis. He's amazing. He's done so many great projects, and got into a top graduate program. Now, he's successful. He's always listened to me. He's such a gentle, outstanding child. You can be jealous all you want. Only I could give birth to a son like him!" Everyone knew why she was there, so no one paid her any attention. As for my father, he never visited her once after everything happened. He lost his job over the scandal and watched his life fall apart overnight.

He's not ready to be the prince and he's too weak to meet them. Stark put his head up like a brave warrior. He looks at Arcela who was still quiet and listening to them. She's only a mere human and she's not their kind but she's cunning too like how Stark thinks. " Yes, this is war! The prophecy of Apollo was telling the truth. You and the cambions son will fight for the only one reason, to claim the girl you love!" He told to his son. Gerald stood up. He transforms himself into a black lycan.

O of a multi-billion company, he cared more about his money than anything else. As if Khalid had heard my thoughts, he looked deep into my eyes and whispered "you and your father had your differences, but he loved you very much, kid. I see him in you now, so clearly. Find it in your heart to forgive him for your own sake, you have a lot of work to do now, and staying mad at a dead man would only make it difficult." I was unable to reply to him, so I just smiled and walked to my room, the master's bedroom, my father's room.

Hello. My name is Sylvester and I am twenty-six years old. This is a book about my revenge on my father-in-law Mr. Adams, for what he had done to my mother. I hope this teaches you all, the readers, how to treat people. You'll never what the future might bring. It all started a long time ago when I was only eighteen my name was Dave... Dave POV... "Mother I'm off to work now," I said. "Won't you at least have something to eat first? It's not good to work on an empty stomach." My mother said.