Son Of The Slob Novels & Stories

His money is as new as it comes, and as filthy. Born dirt poor, Sly was an only child, which maybe explains his inability to play well with others. His mother, my grandmother whom of course I never met, waited tables at a greasy diner in Boston while his father, a goliath of a man, worked in construction all his life. Both were hard working. Together they made ends meet, giving the best they could to their ungrateful son and working themselves to their graves before either of them reached fifty-five.

The obese man turned around to face Sabrina and roared, "You skank, apologize! You must get down on your knees and apologize!" "I said, watch your mouth!" Sabrina retorted calmly. "Why? Did he say anything wrong? Aren't you a single mother? Not just that but an unmarried mother, too! Women like you are born to be cheap and shameless! Your daughter is nothing but a little skank like her skank mother, and she dares to hit my son? Who on earth do you think you are?"

"She’s not worthy of your praise mom, you've to understand that she is nothing but a slut!" The sound of a slap echoed through the room as Robert's hand still raised from striking his son. "Enough!" Robert’s harsh voice came out, "How did I raise a son so blind and self-destructive?" Jacob stumbled back, his hand instinctively went to touch his cheek. "Dad, did you just slap me?" "Yes," Robert said sharply, "I slapped you hoping it would knock some sense into that thick skull of yours, day by day you and your foolishness bringing me nothing but troubles."

“She's not my partner anymore. Years ago. I send her money to keep her hidden and protect...Silene. I'll see her often, at least once a month. I brought her to this house. Silene, not her mother. I lied to you, you're not the only one I've visited Cuenca with and I apologize for it. Well, I'm disappointed, but I haven't been very honest either, nor have I told you everything that's going on. I'm not an absentee father, I can be many things but not that. I know what it is to grow up with a father of terror, I would have preferred not to have him, it was exactly the story I did not seek to repeat. My daughter will be nine soon, she's already on her way to being a young lady.” “Go. You were alm

"Who's the one affecting our son and bringing him shame? Tony can transfer schools. Can your little mistress wash away the scandal of being a homewrecker who seduced a student's parent? "Forcing your own biological son to call your mistress 'Mommy' in front of everyone? You're probably the only person in the world who would do that. I have to say, you and Samantha are perfect for each other—a cheater and a homewrecker." I smiled flatly, then turned my gaze to Samantha. "Ms. Yates, I heard you're a language teacher. Tell me, did I use the right words to describe you and my husband?"

"We need her back!" Soldo's son slammed his hand over my desk. I watched silently as the father and son squabbled with one another. Soldo chided his son to give me the respect a don is due but it was too late. The stupid boy had made his bed, his father knew he won't get out of here alive. "I have no idea where your daughter is, Soldo." Before Soldo could speak, his son decided to open his mouth again, I was reconsidering my decision of not torturing him before death.

My Dad would stammer, his face turning red with anger and confusion. My Dom would step forward, his voice low and commanding. “It means exactly what he says, Mason is mine. He submits to me, body and soul.” My Dad would lunge at him maybe, or yell, but my Dom would not back down. He would grab my arm, pull me close, and tilt my chin up with his free hand.

I had just finished my night shift and was eating tacos at a roadside stand when my phone suddenly buzzed. "Are you Kevin Weston's father?" "Please come to the Southvale police station. Kevin smashed the windshield of a luxury car parked by the road. The owner is demanding 50,000 dollars in compensation!" The officer's stern voice came through the phone. I froze. The taco I had just picked up with my fork slipped right back onto my plate. "Officer, you must have the wrong person. My son drowned and died three years ago. We even have his death certificate." But the officer clearly didn't believe me. He flipped through some records and continued, "You're Justin Weston, a security guard at the

That they always have quarrels and Bob almost all the time insulted his wife, including his children. Who is Bob? And how would you describe him? Bob is Sarah's father! Being a soldier, God keep him in His Glory, he was very bossy with the whole family. Sometimes even violent. Not infrequently Carmen, Sarah's mother came to me looking for shelter, when she was sober. What do you mean by sober?