Prodigal Son Novel Novels & Stories

"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!”

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?” The man’s laughter died off, and his gaze became something vicious. “I sympathize with you. It’s hard to find work when you’re young. You should just do your work diligently, and I’ll pretend you didn’t say any of that. If you keep going on this way, you won’t get a single cent. Worse, you’l

He had wanted a successor he could control. ​He didn't realize that tools eventually outgrow their masters. ​"You look pathetic, Lyrien," I said, my voice echoing in the small space. ​He didn't look up at first. His breath was a shallow, wet rattle in his chest. "Xavier," he croaked, the name barely a whisper. "The prodigal son returns to see the ruin he made."

“is that your daughter will run this company into the ground. The breakdown is that she can't handle this. There are way more qualified candidates. We all know she's only here because she's your daughter.” Dad stared at him as he huffed and puffed, saying nothing until he plopped back into his seat. “Now that that's over, let me point out something. You are a nepo baby, Mike. Everyone knows that. And you have caused your father's company millions in losses from all the stupid stunts you've pulled over the years. Isn't that right.” Mike flared daggers at Dad, fuming but saying nothing in response.

“How dare you talk back? You bastard! You are trying to anger me to death. I am so unlucky to have you as my son. I am going to teach you a lesson today.” The more I spoke, the angrier I became. If it were not for the fact that I could not get up from the wheelchair, I would teach this prodigal son a lesson! In a place like X city, every inch of land was worth 10 million dollars. He spent all the money in an instant. Moreover, he didn’t even tell me when he sold the shops. I knew my son was useless, yet I didn’t expect him to go so far. Ever since Mia went to prison, he had become even more lawless.

The table was covered with so many dishes that he would have given his grandfather a thumbs up if he wasn't in a hurry to leave already. “Why the different varieties of dish? What are we celebrating?” He asked his father as he eyed all the salivating dishes. “The prodigal son returns home” his grandfather shrugged. Carson didn't know whether to laugh or frown at his father's words. He couldn't believe the man had just called him a prodigal son, when his son was the one who had given him a condition that made him leave in the first place. “Can we discuss now?” He asked as he picked one of the chickens on the plate.

Later, she became pregnant with Conrad, and originally wanted to send him away, but seeing that he was smart and clever, she knew that he would definitely be obedient when he grew up, and obediently be a beast of burden and a tool to earn money. These years, he had indeed been obedient and sensible, as long as he earned money, he would send it home. But with the relationship being exposed like this, her face was a little unsightly. In the livestream. [What a shocking secret? Our male god is actually not biological, just a tool to earn money, this mother and son are really shameless, this younger brother is simply a second-generation rich kid.] [Everyone charge, push our male god up, send thi