Prodigal Son Novel Novels & Stories

This was the Chamber of the Prodigal Ghost, the terminal point of the High Council’s logical extreme, where the Man-Leo—the version of my son who had survived the 27th Cycle by becoming the very machine he tried to fix—sat upon a throne of Solidified Regret and First-Draft Starlight. I stood upon a floor of Quicksilver and Crushed Glass, a surface that didn't just support my weight but Reflected my Failures in Real-Time. The air was thin, smelling of Liquid Nitrogen, Old Paper, and the Bitter Scent of a 'Necessary' Sacrifice—the smell of a man who had decided that the North was a "Redundant Process" to be archived forever. My sunset-gold fire was no longer a flare; it had become a Steady, An

Memories that were of pain. Even before he left the country, he had stopped visiting this place, and now, he was only back after many pleas. "My lord." The guards on stand-by greeted the moment Devine got to the entrance door and two other guards fell to their knees immediately. Although, Devine had been away for 8 good years, he was the prodigal son who refused to rule his father's mafia empire, but rather stepped out of his comfort zone to build a mafia empire that he could rule with power, the power his father didn't carry with so much poise.

He had a bible on one hand and a rosary on the other. “Daughter of sin.” He called immediately after his eyes beheld mine. “Why do you love sin so much, child? I thought that after so many years, you would come back home like the prodigal son. But instead, you wish us dead; you have stubbornly continued on that path of destruction that almost swallowed up your youth. When will you learn, Sophie Mack? When will you learn, Daughter of Eve? Will you not call on the God of the Father and seek his salvation? Why can't you learn from the parable of the prodigal son? You Jezebel!”

I was just a slave boy who was about to be frozen and starved to death. But he was the youngest son of the Alpha Czar from the Crescent Prowlers. His family used to be fucking royalties in the North Land. When their power declined, his useless father pawned him to White Walkers. He was living a dog's life of himself, but he still gave me his cape to keep me warm and fed me with some meat and bread. Later, he took me back to his small hut and looked after me like his pet. He did shit like that all the time. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him.

She mumbled. I nodded, a bright smile appearing on my lips. He was trouble indeed. When we left the table,after so much introduction and laughter...I yawned, telling Grandpa I was really tired. "After we greet this..." "Father." A voice called, and I turned back.. thinking it was Brian, but it was Owen. "Hmm." The man answered with a hum. "I'm back.' He said. "Wow." Grandpa yawned too. "The Prodigal Son is back." He chuckled. "Too bad there's no cow to kill, but since there's food....eat." He pointed to the tables filled with different Russian delicacies.

Diana lay on her side next to Ashley, her hand stroked the top of Ashley's head gently and began to tell. Although Diana is forgetful, she still remembers the Bible story she used to hear at church at Sunday school. Her mother also often recounted it to Diana and Edward as a child. "The parable of the prodigal son," said Felix, mentioning the title of the story she will tell to sleep Neria. "There was a man who had two sons. The youngest said to his father, Father, give me the share of our property which is mine. Then his father divided the wealth among them."

"The things I’ve seen... the things I’ve allowed, overlooked and pretended not to see just to keep my position... God doesn't want a 'King' like me." "He doesn't want a King," Becca countered. "He wants a son. He wants the boy who was scared in that textile lab. He wants the man who tried to save a 'Nerd' at the Water Works." She began to read the story of the Prodigal Son. She explained that my "bluff" was over, and I didn't have to pretend anymore.

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

For ten years, I'd stayed away, building a life that was supposed to prove I didn't need the Velmera name. What a spectacular failure that had been. The mansion loomed ahead, every window blazing with light. Somewhere inside, that woman—my father's wife—was probably preparing for my return with barely concealed glee. The prodigal daughter, crawling back defeated. And her precious son, the golden boy who'd inherited everything that should have been mine. I squared my shoulders as the car stopped. I was coming home, but not as the daughter who'd left. I was coming home as something else entirely.

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!”