Prodigal Son Season 3 Novels & Stories

The only time I felt free, alive, and genuinely happy. Too bad those days are gone and I'm back to being an unhappy, filial son. I'll be getting married tomorrow, to Letty, the Beta's last daughter. Father said she was the perfect choice for me. Mother seconded him too. And as usual, I have no choice but to do what they want.

But the real shard’s in Jerry’s hands, and I know it’s trouble. My monitor beeps louder, my vitals spiking. The bite, the bloodstone, the war—it’s all closing in. “Jerry,” I whisper, pushing through the haze. “Stay with Levin. Don’t go alone.” I claw toward the light, desperate to reach my son, my family. I’m coming back, I vow. For Jerry, for Levin, for us.

“Also, it seems Patrick and his son, Hector, are dead as well. “As for Tre-strike… If he comes to Clouspring to avenge his brother, there’s no telling who’s going to walk out of the fight alive.” “That can’t be possible, right? You’ve overestimated Kayson, Father.” Hogan could not refrain himself from querying, “Tre-strike has been growing more and more powerful over the past decade, and no one can survive a third strike from him.” “Go and do it when I order you to do something. Stop talking nonsense!” Bradley said sternly, “Even though you’re the patriarch of the family, I believe that I still haven’t lost all my authority in speech, right?”

“Also, it seems Patrick and his son, Hector, are dead as well. “As for Tre-strike… If he comes to Clouspring to avenge his brother, there’s no telling who’s going to walk out of the fight alive.” “That can’t be possible, right? You’ve overestimated Kayson, Father.” Hogan could not refrain himself from querying, “Tre-strike has been growing more and more powerful over the past decade, and no one can survive a third strike from him.” “Go and do it when I order you to do something. Stop talking nonsense!” Bradley said sternly, “Even though you’re the patriarch of the family, I believe that I still haven’t lost all my authority in speech, right?”

Three trials passed and I’m emotionally destroyed from examining myself this closely. “Four trials remain,” the Progenitor announces. “And time continues passing in the living world. You’ve now been dead for a week. Your sons are starting to accept you’re not coming back. Alistair has stopped visiting your grave. The Totality is withdrawing from reality in grief.” A week has gone by while I face trials. How long will the remaining four take and what will be left of my family by the time I return? “The fourth trial begins immediately,” the Progenitor states. “The Trial of Power. You must prove whether you deserve the abilities you’ve gained or if you’re just cosmic corruption wearing mortal s

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.

Esther asked, "What happened? How did he end up in a car accident?" "We were on our way to the office when a cat ran into the road. Jon was trying to protect me and ended up suffering worse injuries." The moment he heard that, William grabbed me by the collar and roared, "What did you say? How could you let Jon get hurt protecting you?" I looked at him, expressionless. "Jon is my son. Isn't it normal for a son to protect his father?" "Sean Barkley, let me make one thing clear. Jon is the only son of the Small family. If anything happens to him, I won't let you—"

My thumb moved automatically to the next article. Brandon Langford Finally Seen Publicly With His Son. Then another. Langford Family Heir Revealed Amid Marriage Crisis Rumors. I stared at the pictures underneath the headlines. Brandon was crouched down hugging Leo while the little boy smiled brightly at him. Olivia sighed from the other side of the call. “I can’t believe this man. Honestly, I don’t even know what to say anymore.” I remained quiet for a moment. Then I shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this information.”

"They ruin your skin." "She wouldn't have liked you leaving me alone either." "Or getting a minor pregnant. How is he?" It's such a shitty conversation that I respond with monosyllables and evasions. He's back in town after three years, and I won't be his son. He's never been a good father, especially after my mother's death. But he's acting weird; there's no trace of alcohol on him anymore, his beer is light, and he's shaved his beard and those unkempt locks. "What a useless guy," my mind mocks.

"Check the surveillance footage yourself! See how the three boys pressed that boy's head against the drain, then tell me whether you still think it's just an accident!" Greg glanced at Andy, who looked visibly guilty, before slowly pulling out a debit card. "So what do you want, then? Justice? Well, let me tell you something. In this world, justice favors those who have more money and a higher social status!" He took a step forward and brandished the card at me, almost poking me in the nose with it. "Do you know who my son is? His mother, Lena Webster, is the only daughter of the chairman of Webster Group!