Prodigal Son Novel Novels & Stories

But the truth is that their lives are as fucked as hell. They are a bunch of crazy folks, every fucking one of them has a deep secret that is sept under the carpet. The fact that their golden son, the heir of the family’s empire left a few years ago, didn’t help the family at all. It broke them, and it drove them apart, making it very easy for me to sneak my way into the family and begin my invasion. Let’s start with Riley… The fool is necrophilia!

As they are the only people who hates sadiq to the extent that if they were given poison to put in his food they would. " well, unfortunately he isn't dead" " then where is he? God, you guys should just go straight to the point, I'm not a little girl anymore " she was frustrated already with their silent. " well, our prodigal brother left home. He disowned us as his family. He doesn't even care for you that he didn't even think twice before leaving this house. Who knows where he might be, it doesn't concern us and you either.it's a choice he made on his own, dear sister "

I couldn't believe I had given birth to a diligent son. He practiced hard day and night. Other babies took a long time to learn to roll, crawl, and sit. It took him only nine months to be able to walk and run. He also started learning super early. By the time he started kindergarten, he already mastered sixth-grade study. At three years old, he skipped straight to fifth grade. He was a child prodigy. When I returned home from shopping, I found a strange man in my house. This man and my son looked alike! My heart was pounding like crazy!

Their voices were deafening. Yale turned his head to look at Huck and asked, “Where’s Darry?” Huck replied, “The young master should be on the way.” “What a good-for-nothing! Did he go looking for that woman again? Damn it! Why did I give birth to that disappointing thing!” Yale scolded angrily. He knew his son the best! He originally wanted to hand over the triad to his son, but his son was such a disappointment. He was always wandering around doing nothing while indulging in sumptuous entertainment. How could Yale hand the family to that prodigal son?

“They hired a Russian mobster who played me horrible. I managed to turn the situation around and not get so hurt, but this one is capable of anything. It's a real animal. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. “Do you understand why I really need someone to trust, Mina?” He asks me in his broken voice. “I feel like everyone wants to hurt me. I've done horrible things in my life, but this last time I've tried to fix it by getting all this shit out of me, trying to cut ties with these people, but they're the worst scum that can exist in the world.” “Black... That Russian mobster who played you is…” “Yes, Mina. He's Mikael Sydow's own son of a bitch.”

“But you haven't fully recovered from your fiance's death and they're dragging you into another mess. What about your son? Conrad will not accept him.” I looked at him, my brows arched. “Why do you say so? Do you know him?” He brushed his hair back, looking at me. “He is the second son of the Pierre family,” he began. “He has a zero tolerance for emotions or childish noises. No one has gotten used to him yet.” I looked down at Noah, his blonde curls soft beneath my palm, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my own heart. He was engrossed in his toy car, making quiet vrooming sounds.

“Third in your class.” “I studied really hard, Dad. I—” His palm hit the desk with a crack that made my heart jump into my throat. The report card fluttered down like a wounded bird. “The Cross family doesn’t give birth to weak children.” Each word was precise, surgical. His gray eyes finally met mine, and I wished they hadn’t. “You need to be strong. You need to be the best. Third place is just the first loser, Julian. Is that what you want to be? A loser?”

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."

Don't get me wrong just because he can't read does it mean that he can't analyze things hotel you if you're doing something wrong because he makes up for what he lacks clerically with business skills he has and he knows how to negotiate like no one's business which is a good thing because we do need a negotiator in the family . To be honest I've done my fair share of the physical stuff. The only reason I did that was so that I could spend more time with my family who at that time was my little boy who I thought was my son and have a life . Mango raise me and I was trying to take over from him but I think I messed it up by deciding to tell him that I don't want to work for him anymore I want

Josh nodded in response, earger to get some answers from his grandfather. Eduardo shifted in his seat to make himself more comfortable, his eyes, lined with slight wrinkles like old maps, met Josh's eyes. He sighed, taking a deep drag from his cigar, before he started talking, "You grew up poor in an orphanage , because my daughter made a choice to keep you away from this family, or your father's family." Putting the cigarette away, he continued, "And she had a good reason for doing that. Back then, our family wasn't as safe as it is now. We were involved in bad things, with bad people, and had a lot of enemies. So when you were born, she couldn't let you grow up in this family, as that wasn