Son Of The Slob Novels & Stories

Now, he finally wanted to be here with his son, but he couldn't find him anywhere. Bruce sagged to the ground on the side of the path, burying his face in his hands. He was just now realizing that some wounds don't just fade away. They're recorded, one by one, tallied up like a debt. Waiting for the day it all comes due, with interest. As evening fell, he saw a mother and son by a restaurant. The mother wore a white shirt; the pup had a blue backpack. They looked just like Avril and Leo from behind.

'Casino huh' As expected of Marquess Ajelo's son, he has the same sh*tty hobby as his father. They are so identical to the point that the only difference between them is their age. Their greed and attitude are both the same 'Manipulative bastards' Like father like son. Father is a trash bum and so are his son I don't know whether I'll laugh and be happy that they'll be easy to dispose or feel disgusted because we are currently in one place and breathing the same air but one thing is for sure, I will definitely kill him. Not now, but soon

"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

Cain continued, “They say, ‘like father, like son’, but in my case, it’s ‘like son, like father’. Since my son has the words ‘pathetic jerk’ carved on his forehead, I can’t let him indulge in the glory himself, so I’m joining the bandwagon and have these words ‘father of the pathetic jerk’ carved on my forehead too.” Marcus said, “Up till this point, you must be wondering why my dad and I are so arrogant? This is mainly because we have a very good relationship with the Webb family in Sudbury!” “Yes!” Cain said, “Everyone knows that the Webb family is filthy rich, but the most awesome thing the family has isn’t money, but instead, a son who likes to eat shit!”

His face twists in extreme anger, “My Papa is not a vegetable you can just buy off the market.” I nod, “I agree! He’s worth less than a vegetable. But probably worth a tissue, to wipe dirt with.” “You slot!” “Slot?” I interrupt. “That’s a name your father inherited from your grandpa, and now they are passing it down to you, then you’ll pass it down to your son.” “Fucking bitch I will kill…”

I almost want to cry but I don't and I don't want to be weak in front of him. "Oh? He only meets you and had you because you are in that classy-looking, but dirty club. So, you think he will accept, and love you right away? Come on, my son is just taking care of you. So, if I were you, stop your madness. What do you think you are? A decent pure woman? No. He just picked you up from the mud. So, stop your illusion that my son can love something like you. If even from his friends he hides and embarrasses you, what more to me, as his father. You are not suited to my only son, woman. You don't fit in. I suggest, you go away and leave my son alone! Listen, I will never accept you in our family."

He touched my tummy and then stared at my face. "So bad we lost this little dude." Oh, I get it now. The doctor had already broken the news to him. Indeed Joanna said it, he looked devastated. "We did? Oh my god." I said and placed my hand on my Tommy. Tears welled up In my eyes, I cried like my life depended on it. Joanna smiled from behind but I didn't ignore her and continued with my tears. "Serena did this, she's the reason I lost my son. Honey, she's the reason we lost our heir." I said as tears kept rolling down my cheek.

"Go and see your mother, you must hold her hand. Maybe, after you have done that, she will open her eyes to welcome her beloved son." Mother... Is the woman sleeping in the ice room just now, is she my mother. Lucifer only tells about Ozgur Doğan, he never tells about my mother's life in detail. Even my mother's face was never shown by Lucifer. "No problem, if you don't want to acknowledge me as your father. At least do one good thing for us. Please be a good son to your mother. Then I will give all my property to you." He looked at me intensely, but I knew he was disappointed in me.

THEY’D TAKEN on a modern kid at Leningrad, a genuine wonder with a blessing for venture. Slade had started the contracting and Sawyer was charmed the minute he listened the name. “Hughes, did you say?” It had been a long time since anybody talked that title with any sort of veneration. “This is Crispin Hughes’s son?” Slade gestured. “He’s youthful and green, but his instinctual are spot on.” “His father was a crook,” Sawyer reminded.

He turns and I throw myself in to his arms as I sob. “Dad, what do I do? I have four mates and one of them is the son of Sampson Kingsley. He is the…” “The Rogue King. I know baby, I know.” I pull back as I search my father’s blue eyes. “How?” I ask him as he smiles down at me. “I’m your father. I know things.” He says with a chuckle and I roll my eyes. Goddess, he needs to watch something other than G.O.T.