Son Of The Slob Novels & Stories

“Are you still letting that bastard son of a bitch glue himself to you?" Sloane smiled mildly. “That person you just spoke about happens to be my husband as it is.“ Ms Barbara got up from where she sat with anger in her eyes. She felt an irresistible urge to tear Sloane apart, limb by limb. “You have really made up your mind to dent the image of this family. What would your late father think about this?!” She sighed heavily. “I can beat my chest and say that that man would be regretting having you as his daughter!"

Clear disdain dripped from his voice. "Her name is June." Ollie's eyes shot up in a deadly glare towards his father as his jaw clenched. For his father to have known about June's previous job, he also knew her name, but calling her by it wouldn't give off the clear derogatory undertone he aimed for. "Stay away from her." His father's face twisted into a look of disappointment. "I'm disappointed in you, son. Even after everything I taught you." His disappointment morphed into something uglier. "You went right ahead and got involved with a slut and—"

"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.

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.

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

Look inside the lining of your old hockey duffel bag in the sunroom. I hated how easily she could still mess with my head. I wanted to believe it was just another one of her sick games to make me lose my focus before the court trial. But a cold, heavy feeling stayed tight in my stomach. Three years ago, before everything went wrong, my father had been a quiet man. He always kept his head down, ran Bar Solace, and never spoke about why he and Elena argued behind closed doors. If she had proof of something else, something that changed why he went to that bar the