Prodigal Son Novel Novels & Stories

“We owe each other that much.” I looked at him, really looked,I no longer saw him as my boyfriend, not as my future, but as a stranger in expensive clothes. Yes Jeremy came from a very wealthy family.His dad was a neurosurgeon and an entrepreneur whose businesses Jeremy was managing . According to Jeremy, his father had come to the hospital a couple of times but I was always absent.Jeremy had to leave. His sight disgusted me. I couldn’t stand him anymore but I couldn’t leave the work premises.

Then I clutched the coat tighter and hurried out into the night. The Meridian was a nightlife hotspot. It was a strip and stretched across a wide landmass with different casinos, restaurants, bars and hotels. Very bright and vibrant. But the part of the casino the address led me to was dark and the stench of sweat and piss was overwhelming. I struggled not to gag. A bald, and heavily tattooed man was waiting for me in the backrooms. “Where is my father?” I asked him. The man grunted. “Pay up his debt first.”

the boy said softly, "don't you recognize me?" The old man's hands trembled on the covers and Clive bent down and took them in his own. My God, how thin he was! How he had aged! Those hands that he had so admired and that guided him in his painting... It had been a long time since Clive had felt so moved. When he finally spoke, it took a great effort to make his voice sound natural. “It's me… Clive. The prodigal son. Remember? The old man's eyes filled with tears, he took a deep breath and said in a guttural voice:

My name is Jacob Brewer, and I'm the oldest child in my family. Both my parents are top graduates from elite colleges. My younger sister, Willow Brewer, is in third grade and gets perfect scores in every subject. My little brother, Ivan Brewer, has only just learned to talk, yet he can already recite the periodic table from memory. And then there's me, forever scraping by with barely passing grades. So when Willow cashes in her perfect grades for a family trip to Serova over the Christmas holiday, I volunteer to stay home. "I'll stay behind and take care of Grandma since she's paralyzed." Mom hesitates, but Dad simply turns to me and says coldly, "Fine by me. Being a good son might be

I opened it to the last page, the one he’d been reading. The First Mother does not want a Queen to rule. She wants a body to inhabit. When the moon turns purple and the child is born of two worlds, the transition begins. My breath hitched. "Born of two worlds... like our son." "He’s a Knight and a Rogue," Killian said, his voice grim. "The prophecy isn't about Thorne or the old kingdom. It’s about us." I looked at the date on the entry. It was written only days before my father was executed. He knew.

Vinay nodded and both of them left from there towards their cabin. The same Shashank and Kamal were also coming to the Shine Company office for their meeting. However, Shashank could not control himself so he read that novel in the night itself. After reading it he also had tears in his eyes. But he was also happy that his son was living well after his departure. But he had asked Kamal to find out about the writer of that novel. He also wanted to know why the writer had written such a novel that separated him and Tanya.

The same day George had revealed to Sienna and her parents that he had kidnapped her at Mr. Duncan's command, Shane too, had come forth with a shocking truth of his own. He was the prodigal son of the Duncans, the heir apparent to his father's vast empire. He had been raised in the lap of luxury, groomed to follow in his father's footsteps. But when he had discovered the extent of his father's immoral business practices, he had left it all behind, swearing to atone for his father's sins.

Terrah said while looking at the object she was holding. Before giving the book to her grandma, he first read what was written on the back. It was Terrence Johnson's diary entitled, "Diary of a Billionaire's Son." The boy understood that it was his father's life experience. She wanted to know what it contained, so he let his grandmother read it to him. "AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER FATHER WITH THEIR SON NAMED TERRAH," the grandmother said after reading the last quote written in the book.

Ezekiel reached the shrine, he called for elders who was meditating inside the shrine. "This is my son, he was born just minutes ago, please bless him and tell us about his fortune"Ezekiel said looking at the elders. Elders took the new born baby in their hands, they gazed at him for a while, their expression was changed after sometime. "What happened? Is he alright? asked Ezekiel to elders. "Your son holds different aura then any other villager, it's an aura of warriors" said elders shockingly "Your child isn't a normal human, he is a child of prophecy"

It wasn't until much later that I found out most of that money had gone straight to Derek and Chloe. I looked down at her hand on my arm. "Let go." She wouldn't. Tears kept falling. "Ryan, you can't do this. You're my flesh and blood—" I laughed. Flesh and blood? Then why had that flesh and blood spent its childhood sleeping in a space under the stairs, eating other people's leftovers, and nearly dying of a fever alone in an empty house? "Mom. You keep saying I'm your flesh and blood. Then tell me — how many ribs does a person have?"