Son Of The Slob Novels & Stories

"Uncle Leon, what will people say about us if they find out that we're so scared of that twat. He's nothing more than the Stones' good-for-nothing of a son-in-law! We'll become the laughingstock of the town!" Sonny wailed in indignation. The more he thought about it, the more confused and upset he got. He could not believe it—his uncle Leon, one of the most feared names in the entire capital, bowing before a nobody and asking for mercy!

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.

A SON FOR A BILLIONAIRE (A night with the stranger) EPISODE TWELVE Theme: A holiday to Winslow, Arizona FEW DAYS LATER “Look me in the eye and tell me what the hell were you doing in a club!?!” Mr Clark yelled at his son. Ace Clark eyebrows snapped together as he dropped his hands into his front jeans pocket. “Come on dad, I only went there to see some of my friends.” Ace Clark answered with a shrug.

The reason his father had not remarried was because he was sone sort of puppet, taking orders from Adam Chukwu. It was not like his father wasn't a good man and father, and neither was he any better than the rest of his family, he snorted cocaine once in a while with his privileged friends and he had never been known to have a steady girlfriend, instead he changed the women he slept with even more than he had a cup of coffee in the morning, and he had not exactly been the ideal son to his parents, yet he hated the pretence. There was something so souless about condemning people for crimes he and his family actually committed, and it got to him.

Rosei widened hers eyes, hers mouth opened so that hers jaw almost dropped to the floor. What's this? What really happened? "Mr. CEO Garrick Blackton, what are you doing? This man is my best friend's ex-husband. I know who he is. He is just a poor, useless man who has depended on his wife's family all his life!" said Rosey. "He is nothing more than a useless human who was a slave during his life as a son-in-law."

I'd like to hear what else they have to complain about their lives," I mocked sarcastically. But none of the Dentworths could tell that I was being sarcastic. As I gazed at Mathias, who went along with every word the Dentworths said, I no longer felt any trace of sadness for him. Ever since I had been reborn, I finally realized that this son of mine was absolutely useless. Sometimes, when I looked at him, I wondered if he really was my and Thomas' son. How on earth did he turn out to become like this? It turned out that some people were naturally rotten at heart. No matter how much one tried to educate and nurture them, they wouldn't be able to change the fact that the person was already rot

"I've got nothing left. The restaurant's gone, and I'm a hundred grand in debt from that hotel lease. You still want to call me 'mom'?" He hesitated for a split second. "Money or no money, you're still my mom! I'll find a job soon, and I'll help pay it all off!" I pushed the door open wider. "Fine. Come in." If he was really sincere, I'd see soon enough. Or maybe he had another angle—only one way to find out. Back at the old house, Henry played the role of devoted son perfectly. He handled every chore, cooked, and left at dawn each day to "look for work." Honestly, he seemed like a different person.

His father set his fork down with deliberate precision. “I do not understand,” he began, his voice low but edged with irritation, “why you have always been so stubborn.” Soren looked up slowly. His eyes lifted to meet his father’s gaze, steady and unwavering. “I didn’t give birth to myself,” he replied calmly. “You did. I carry your blood. Your genes. If stubbornness exists, then perhaps that is the answer.” The air tightened instantly. His father’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as irritation sparked sharply in his eyes. It was a mix of anger and disbelief, but before he could speak again,

He stood in the centre of the drawing room, glaring at his son like Barnabas was a stranger who had just set the house on fire. "I leave for ten days," Rigoberto growled. His eyes were fixed on Barnabas, who looked like he wanted to vanish into the floorboards. "Ten days, and I come back to find our name dragged through the mud. You didn't just embarrass your wife. You turned this pack into a joke for the entire internet to laugh at." Barnabas stood there, jaw tight, refusing to meet his father’s eyes. "I expected a leader," Rigoberto continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I thought I raised someone with a brain. Instead, you threw everything away for a girl who belongs in a

He was alone… the friends still at the counter, laughing at something on someone's phone. "You're bleeding again." I kept wiping. "It's nothing." Sebastian leaned against the booth, casual in his posture but not in his eyes. "He hits you?" I stopped and looked up. "What do you want, Sebastian?" "Your lip was split last time I saw you too. At Mom's dinner. You hid it with your hand the whole night." My stomach turned. I hadn't known anyone had noticed. Sebastian glanced toward the office, where Cole was counting something at the desk, then back at me. "My father owns Bar Solace... three blocks from here. He pays double. He doesn't hit people, at least not his stepson." "I don't need…"