Prodigal Son Novel Novels & Stories

"And when night falls again, it will be to the song of victory, or not at all." The chapter of uncertainty had ended; the next was mine to write. As Luna Queen Kelly's son and Alpha King Jason's heir, I would not just embrace my destiny-I would forge it with fire and blood, with heart and soul. For I was Eden, The Prodigy, and the fate of the werewolf world rested in my hands.

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

Granny Pricilla suddenly laughed. "Hahaha. Does it matter to you if Alice is with other rich men? What does that have to do with you? You've only been a useless husband all along!" "If it weren't for my senile husband betrothing my granddaughter to trash like you, I wouldn't want to accept you as my family's son-in-law!" Haven was silent, he thought that if he said that, Pricilla's grandmother would take he side for hers granddaughter's mistakes. However, it turned out that the old woman still defended hers grandson even though her was guilty.

AUTHOR’S POV Petal Conrad hated losing, she had always been a sore loser even at a young age. Noah Beck and Sasha were long gone, but the effects of their actions still stood. Her eyes looked around the room. Her fortress was breaking, and the life she had built was slowly slipping through the cracks. Her son had died, but before he died, he had revealed a sickening truth, he had fathered a son outside of his marriage, kept him hidden from the Conrad clan. The action had been easy, she thought that it would easily be forgotten.

I couldn't deny him this, not when it's the first thing he had ever requested from me. And so, I would have to face them. My so-called family, or as Randolph would say, those greedy vultures with their claws ever ready to sink them into my hard-earned wealth. I could already envision their eager faces, their eyes glinting with greed as they welcome the prodigal son and his wealthy heir back into the fold.

Whether it was an accident or karma, she slipped—and fell to her death. It was finally over. ... A few months later, I joined Shaun by the sea. Together, we opened a small flower shop called Winter Sunshine. The name was for Yule—my son, whose name symbolized the Christmas season, the heart of winter. Winter and its sunshine, all wrapped up in one little shop. My future, reborn.

Through time, she tried to explain to her son about everything but as he was growing up and been hearing news about his father, who became known in the shipping and real estate industry, while they were then trying to make both ends meet, curtailing the urge for luxuries so that he can send him to a good school, she observed that he never ever mentioned again the word Daddy and more so, the name of his father. In his room, Wilgreg’s emotion is overflowing. Why would he come back now? They do not need him. They are okay. He is fine. They were able to surpass all hardships without him. They don’t need him!

I hadn’t even thought I would be like this. Kristoff gave me an assuring smile as he caressed my cheek. “Yes, I believe you are the prodigal daughter.” He chuckled lightly. “But don’t fathers get excited when they meet their daughter? Ain’t the father in the Bible welcomed his prodigal son when he came running back to him?” “But I did more than what the son did. And Dad is not someone from the Bible.” Kristoff held my hand and squeezed it lightly. “I understand you have issues with him but at the end of the day, you can never change the fact that he is your father,” he told me.

My little brother got himself a girlfriend. The moment the news reached them, the whole family lit up. My sister, Serena, clapped so hard her palms cracked. "Who is she? Which lucky girl caught our handsome Tyler's eye?" Mom's face glowed like the credit was hers. "Look who raised him. It was only a matter of time before some girl noticed." Dad couldn't stop grinning. "That's my boy. Good for you, son!" The second they caught Tyler looking embarrassed, they pressed their advantage. "So it's like that, is it? Thanksgiving's almost here. Bring her home. We want to meet her." Then it was my turn, and all they managed were a couple of flat, dutiful lines. "Adrian, you're not as good-l

"This isn't charity. If he wants it, he can pay for it. I'm not handing it over for free." Dad stood there, finger raised in fury, but the words caught in his throat. Mom looked at me, her eyes clouded with disappointment. "Jason, we're a family. Why are you treating your brother like this?" "You crashed this event just to force us to acknowledge you as our son in public, didn't you?" she went on. "Fine. Give him the patent, and we'll give you your place in the family." I hadn't thought they could sink any lower. But they always managed to prove me wrong.