Son Of The Slob Mga Nobela at Kwento

Far away, he could already smell the pungent smell of the alcohol. "You're drunk? You came home late at night and drunk?" Yhlei's face was full of disappointment. The first thing that came to his mind was his son's reputation. Slyvester can be the new successor of Ixumi Corporation. But he walked down the road swaying and unstable? What if he did some embarrassing things on the way home? "Dad," Slyvester called him. Suddenly, Slyvester knelt in front of his father. His dad, his mom, and Ran, who was unexpectedly present at that time, had their eyes wide open.

I continued to taunt her by saying, "You're such a dirty mother. You are actually fucking your own son. You really are a slut for me, aren't you." Mom could only nod her head in embarrassment at her own wanton behavior. It was her own fault that she was behaving this way. If she wasn't such a dirty slut that only wanted her own son, none of this would be happening. She sobbed, but couldn't stop herself from continuing to fuck me. She knew I was such a loving son, for putting up with such a slut for a mother. She sobbed out, "I'm a dirty slut for you, baby. All I want is my son's hard cock inside me."

I argued "I was not talking about their daughter, I was talking about their son" my father said "Son? What son?" I asked him "Paul Smith has a son called Noah, his first wife, Aria and him had a son but when she died and he got married to Vivian, the son was not seen by the outside world" my father said "And how did you know about the son?" I asked "I have my ways and Paul Smith owes me money so he sold his son in exchange " my father said .

Sloan asked “ My son ” he responded

“Do you want to be like those women who threw themselves at me? Do you want to be fucked by your son, Mother? Touch it, I want you to feel how you make me, mother.” My eyes sank shut at his filthy words with a fresh wave of shame and arousal crashing over me. His voice dropped even lower, rough and taunting against my ear. “I want you to be my slut, Mother.” Shame burned through me like wildfire, but it only made the aching need worse. I grabbed his face with both hands, fingers trembling as I forced him to look straight into my eyes. Those silver depths were dark with lust and a wicked triumph. “Tell me, Mother,” Soren growled, voice low and rough, “do you want to be my slut? I can fuck you

My dad laughed, “Yeah I know but I like to bug you.” I looked them over they seem to get along really well. I looked up to Steve and asked him, “Steve do you think you can maybe run home and shower, ill be fine with my father and son, you sort of stink.” I made a disgusted face and he smiled. My father began to laugh, “Yeah I smelt you down the hall, even the nurses were complaining.” I saw Steve laugh along with my father. He nodded then looked around the room, he looked at me very uncomfortable for a moment. Then he waved shyly and walked out the room.

ASHTON "Yours is because you're a son of a bitch," Apolo tells him. "It was unintentional," Ian excuses himself. "Yeah, unintentionally you screwed another girl. You're screwed." And he points the bottle of beer at me. "And you're just an idiot. You're here drinking, trying to forget that your kid's mother drives you crazy just because you think you'd rather screw twenty chicks in one night."

“I can’t go alone or I join him. I can’t spare anyone right now. There is a large group of rogues that were run out of the panhandle coming this way. We have treaties we must honor.” “You are just too stupid to figure out what happened. I am going to Dallas myself,” I tell my son who waves me away. “You are glad he is gone. There is no one to stop you now.” Sedit finally looks at me, “What makes you think father ever stopped me?” I look at the evil spawn I gave birth to. He was once a sweet boy. He had the best woman. But he mistreated her. I have never understood how he could break Sabrina so much that she wouldn’t run from a burning house.

"Where's Yule? Bring him out, and let's go home." That's when Tracey stepped out of a car parked nearby, wearing her usual fake, doe-eyed expression. "Peter, let it go," she said softly. "I don't blame Yule for what happened." Peter whipped around, pointing a finger at me. "If Yule did something wrong, he needs to take responsibility! I won't let my son grow up as undisciplined as his mother!" Before I could react, Shaun stormed forward. He grabbed Peter by the collar and slammed a fist into his face. Blood trickled from Peter's mouth as he staggered back.

His father didn’t look up from his ledgers. “We’re not letting anything stand,” Mr. Holt said. “We’re sitting. Quietly. And we’re waiting for the Sombras to look elsewhere.” “They invaded my head,” Adrian snapped. “They crawled through my memories. They made me - " “Feel small?” his father asked, finally lifting his gaze. “You are small, Adrian. Compared to them. That’s the point.” The words landed like a slap. “We’re not nobodies,” Adrian said. “Our money - "