Prodigal Son Novel Novels & Stories

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..."

She was a loose end he was going to tie up and then dispose of, just as he had my mother. My blood ran cold. My father was not just a cruel, heartless man. He was a monster. A true monster. I had come back for answers, for revenge. And I had found a truth so vile, so evil, that it changed everything. I was no longer a prodigal son. I was a man on a mission. And I was going to make my father pay. Not just for my mother, not just for Vivian, but for every sin, every cruelty, every betrayal that had poisoned our pack and our family. Lyra’s POV

It had been quite a long time, and my heart yearned for home and my son. _____________ My new mafia story is ongoing on Joy read. It's called Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband.

It can only be him to give me the company or dad takes back his wish and give it to me but the funniest thing is am yet to do anything for dad to give the company to me like he had said, I have to prove to be useful just like he did. Am yet to understand the usefulness he talked about cause I didn't see my brother being useful to him but instead, I see him trying to take my own right with his together just to make it his and cast me aside including the previous owner. Am still confuse as of which reason my father is talking about. Being the prodigal son or what? Or looking for a way to strip him naked just like he wanted? I thought only for Betty to squeeze my shoulder making me look up to h

I guess he must be my roommate. "Are you my roommate?" The guy I assumed is Anthony. "Yes, I am. My name is Grayson from the Dark moon pack." "Nice to meet you. Well, which side of the room do you want? I waited for you before I made myself to comfortable." "Why don't you take the right then I will take the left. Both sides look the same to me." "It kind of does, doesn't it?" We spent the rest of the time unpacking. We also spent this time getting to know each other. I learned that we grew up completely differently. His mother died during birth, so he only had his father. His father is the strongest Alpha in Africa and was quite hard on him.

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 was silent, his eyes fixed on the man holding me, his little hands reaching out as if toward a familiar ghost. "Look at him," the Clone whispered in my ear. "He doesn't recognize the father dying in that chair. He recognizes the code. He is the bridge between the old wealth and the new world. And he doesn't need a mother who wants him to be 'human.' He needs a Sovereign." "He’s my son!" I roared, and with a burst of maternal fury, I slammed my elbow into the Clone’s ribs.

You made me remember. --- That night, I penned a new page in the notebook. You got up in front of a group of people today and told a story you built in your heart. You didn't just read words—you gave them wings. I hope you never forget how that felt. Because I will. Forever. And just below that, I wrote: Rising Son. Because that's what he was turning into. Not just my little boy. But something growing into something greater than either of us could have hoped for.

'Ummm, hi, I'm Jasmine, Aiden's friend,' I added and extended my hand towards him only for him to pull me into a fatherly hug. He looked exactly like Aiden except an older version. Thoughts raced through my mind. I had so many questions but I had to focus on what brought me there. 'So how may I help you today?' he asked. Aiden then explained everything to him - mind you he was not the patient. I managed to get bandaged on my stomach and had a long conversation with Aiden and his dad. I had never seen Aiden so happy before. I also came to find out his dad was called Harry Anderson. What I loved most about his dad was that he bought me ice-cream.

One of their own then took the imaginary podium. "First of all, we thank the gods and ancestors for bringing back our long-lost son back to us" they all mumbled something inaudible looking up in the air, "Son, we believe you're an incarnation of a once great Don of this community who was taken from us prematurely and you're here to continue with the good work your father had started. He was a great man. I hope you're aware" "Yes, I've heard the stories" "Good, during the time of transition there is confusion and our enemies take this time to cause more problems, son, your predecessor made a lot of enemies. So please, we were thinking that tomorrow you wake up as the Don of this family"