Prodigal Son Book Novels & Stories

I’d repeatedly told them the same thing: “It wasn’t their fault what happened. There is nothing to forgive because the sins weren’t theirs. They are not responsible for the actions of their children.” My only happiness as I looked at them was that they have other children apart from the prodigal sons. Jason’s parents still have one daughter who’s married already. Marde has two more siblings, a brother and a sister. Kain’s parents had one other man who was Kain’s younger brother. I smiled at them and took turns hugging them all and thanking them for coming to my wedding ceremony. They all looked relieved, and it made me wonder about the kind of welcome they had expected to receive.

Or laughing at me so much internally that it brought him to tears. This only served to spark my anger even more. Like a slap across the face at a personal detail I had shared. My effort to get closer to him had just- "I know the feeling. When I retired from the military and joined the secret group of cunts I worked for, my parents all but disowned me. They started favoring my younger brother more. Pushed him and pushed him. Now he is closer to becoming general in the navy and I'm shit out of luck. Their prodigal son turned rogue and their rogue turned into a god."

It was quiet for a moment. Then, the man burst into shrill, deranged laughter. “What a joke! You’re the son of the owners of this place? If you are, then I’m the king of the world!” The man laughed so hard that he was shaking all over. He pointed a finger at me and said, “Listen, punk, you shouldn’t mess around so much. Although I’ve never met the guy, Professor Corleone told me her son is a king among men. He’s studying abroad! He doesn’t wear no-name trash like you! I’ve met a lot of your kind. You think you can pretend to be rich and powerful just because you’re not as good as others. Do you really think that will get you anywhere?”

I’m here to free you. “Free me?! From what?” From pretending you don’t want to be claimed. From pretending you don’t want to be fought over. From pretending you’re not made for this. “Oh my God,” I moaned, pressing the heel of my hand to my forehead like maybe I could massage the mental breakdown out of my skull. “This is insane. This is insane. I was almost fucked by my professor. My literal professor. And now I have to go back to a dorm room with his son who already looks at me like he wants to break me in half!”

They were praised as one of the rarest gems! “What is your name? Where did you come from? Why do you have the Eternal Depths Sapphire?” Exclaimed Israel! X did not not seemed to care for the topic as he mostly disregarded it. “I am X, Son of Kon, last descendant of the Han clan. I do not have much on me, other than that what you see. I did not know that my possessions value was worth more than life. I will say this only once. I have slayed your kin, do not tempt me any further for those left will join him.” X said bitterly.

Jean asked warily, “Who are you? What business do you have with Graham?” “Don’t be alarmed. I’m here on behalf of my boss. The boy has a heart of gold. His mother suffered from kidney failure a year ago and didn’t have money for the treatment, so Graham deliberately had his left thumb sliced off with the factory machine. The boss offered him 200 grand as compensation, but he refused, saying that 150 grand was enough. The boss asked around and realized that the boy did it to save his mother. “The boss also came from a single-parent household, so he has mad respect for tight-knit families. When he heard that Graham got into college, he sent me here to offer him sponsorship for tuition and livi

I asked Yusuf to buy enough breakfast for two and deliver it to them as I visited my old man. ***** “The prodigal son returns.” My father mocked me as I closed the door. I stared at him blankly, gauging his health, and he didn't look so good. “I couldn't resist seeing mighty Jones, looking all helpless and pathetic.” I countered, smirking at him. His face contorted as he pushed himself up, but winced in the process. I chuckled at his tortured groan, stalking closer. “Still angry, uh?” “ I am never forgiving you,” I answered, surprised he thought otherwise. “ Was I not clear?” I inquired, and the genuine loss of words as he opened and closed his mouth with nothing to say had me chuckling bitt

Sophia added. “Poor Ms. Isabel. She was so nice. And it’s such a shame because she was about to retire. She didn’t even make it. That’s why, sissy, I’m so grateful to Regan for always supporting Anthony and me. Here, we can move freely. I can go anywhere I want,” I responded to them. Sophia was holding Anthony, who was resting on her, while Ian sat in front of me. “And sis, did you know that your child and Arnaldo and Sandra’s kid are the same age?” Ian mentioned.

But even so, he was still grateful to Charlie for making him come to his senses from the person he used to be. Therefore, he said to Charlie with incomparable piousness, “Mr. Wade, no matter what your purpose is, I still want to thank you for your kindness!” Charlie looked at him and said indifferently, “It seems that you have come to your senses and returned as the prodigal son. If you don’t want to continue the pilgrimage after this, it can be terminated.” When Charlie said this, Jaime, Helen, and Sophie were all surprised.

All I saw was darkness. "Riven…” he called. My cheeks were wet, soaked. My throat was dry. “You’re sad… I took you as a son? Maybe because I like your defiance? Or because I just wanted to be on the good side? But… you have seen my face. And… you too. You are a traitor. A traitor to your own father. I'm experienced enough to know that a prodigal son can go through any length to be worthy again.” He breathed.