Rocky Speech To Son Novels & Stories

His mom scolded him like he was still ten and she was rightening his clothes cause little Sloan wanted to look his best for his end-of-year school performance. "I can't believe the day is finally here, Mom." "I know, baby, you're going to always be my son, my baby, but you're going to be with them, be the best man a mother could wish for. I heard the awful incident that almost happened yesterday to Brody and Hendry. I know you will all cherish the second chance. Life is fragile, Son, I want you to live it." Sloan's eyes were teary as his mom gave him the speech, and then took him in her motherly embrace. "Mom, come on...you're going to ruin my makeup."

I fling him back on the couch. He stays there on his back, panting. Gray pubic hair surrounds his now limp penis. I could have done without that sight. Bile rushes up my throat. “Get the shit up.” My words galvanize him, for he swings his legs over and springs up to his legs. “What do you want, Rocky?” He props his arms on his hips. At least he’s not calling me son anymore. Small mercies. Not that I plan to show him any. Mercy, I mean.

I whispered. "My father once told me that no matter how bad things go there will always be something good coming out of it." I smiled and looked over at them. "His gone and there is nothing I can do to bring him back and that's why I'm standing here in front of all of you and give a speech about Harry Smith." I proudly smile even though my heart was breaking inside. "He was that kind of man that understood you with the smallest gesture and helped you when you needed help." I paused to take a breath.

Rock never cared about me, why would he start caring now? “As her father, I suggest you allow me to do my part,” Rock said, his voice remaining steady. “You aren’t my father,” I told him, bringing his attention back to me. “I’d watch how you speak to me,” he said with zero hesitation. “If you want that letter that is.” “What exactly do you mean by ‘do your part’?” Jonathan asked, eyeing Rock suspiciously. “I’m assuming you won’t allow for her to board here during the remainder of her pregnancy?” Rock asked.

My father’s voice was still hard. “Can you just tell her I’m sorry…for everything.” My eyebrows raised in surprise. “Fine.” There was an enormous boom over the call. “Daddy?” I grabbed for the phone as a loud crack that I felt in my bones rippled on his side, then there was the sound of falling rocks. “Daddy!” I called again, and I watched as a smile spread over Vince’s face. “Talk to me.”

Then, she turned and said to Jerome, "Mr. Dyson, the baby Daisy is carrying is your father's flesh and blood! It's been very hard on your mother!" Daisy started crying and sobbing even louder than before. "Woe is me! I brought my son up for 30 years, and he's now chasing me out of his house! I don't want to live in this world anymore! I may as well just get a concussion now and die on the spot!" Daisy then got up, grabbed Casey, and made it look as if she was about to run headfirst into the pillar nearby. Jerome couldn't bear to watch anymore. He looked at me with a conflicted expression on his face.

" Nothing about his words or actions resembled those of a usual five-year-old kid. The shock had made me pass out and collapse onto the floor. I had no idea how long I lay there, but by the time I finally woke up, the sun had set. Light leaked from the master bedroom, where Caleb and Emery were enthusiastically discussing how they would renovate the house after I died. I was unconscious on the floor, yet my biological son didn't bother to check on me. He was too busy scheming to seize my home. … "Enough, Dad," Caleb cut in. "That's all in the past, so why do you have to keep dragging it up, especially in front of such a large crowd? How is Nicky supposed to face his classmates and teachers f

"Don't let money blind you. This estate is built on bones. Hundreds of them." "Our world is a brutal one. You made the right call back then. An ordinary life is the best life there is." "Take thirty million. Take your son. Leave the country. Never come back." I looked at him and, despite everything, felt something close to respect. That was the old Don. Down, but still trying to bite. If I actually walked away from Lorenzo, I knew exactly what would happen. Damian and I would be taking Communion the same week — stones tied to our ankles, off the boat, into a part of the ocean nobody finds.

AUTHOR’S POV: “I have an idea….” Rocky said with sparkling eyes. After the college Rocky went home early, for the first time ever in his life. Mrs. Silas, Rocky’s mother nearly choked on her water when she saw her rebel son coming home on time. “Rocky! Why are you home so early? Are you feeling well?” Mrs. Silas asked as she checked Rocky for fever. “Mom, I’m fine…” Rocky whined as he pulled away from his mother’s touch

“I’ve seen what meth does to those junkies. I swore to myself I’d never get anywhere near that shit.” “Well, we can reverse it,” Rocky said. “I’ll just give Bernardino a call and invite him up here to take us out. I’m sure he can be here by dinner.” Craig rolled his eyes. “Do you actually like being on the run?” Rocky Ace demanded, the sarcasm gone. “Taking all these precautions? Being vigilant every fucking second of the day? For me, it means not seeing my son, and leaving him with people who might not give him back.” Anger filled his voice, which wasn’t usual. When Rocky got upset, his voice usually got lower.