Son Of The Slob の小説・ストーリー

“He hasn’t done anything. In fact, I haven’t even seen him these past few days. He’s rarely around. Unlike his son.” “Son?” came my father’s confused reply. I let out a small, nervous laugh. “Apparently, the mafia king has a little boy. He calls me ‘Mama.’ It’s… strange.” The line went silent for a moment as I brushed my hair and sat at the vanity. My reflection looked composed—a stark lie my frantic pulse betrayed. “I-I’m sorry, Rachel,” Dad said suddenly, his voice cracking. “This is all my fault.”

My name was Logan Prescott, and I was a 25-year-old married man. Lately, I had been troubled. My petite, delicate wife simply couldn't handle my thick, extremely well-endowed rod. On top of that, my stamina was relentless. If I went a single day without release, my whole body felt on edge. Every time we were together, it ended up feeling almost like an assault, with my wife's eyes rolling back in pleasure just so I could gain the slightest bit of satisfaction.

There was almost no useful information. That was understandable. The super-rich were usually quite private. “My son, do you know what your dad looks like? Is he handsome?” [I don’t know. I would think so. Haven’t you slept with him? Shouldn’t you know better?] I scratched my head, feeling a little embarrassed. “I was drunk at the time. When I wake up, I realize I’m fully naked, and there’s a man next to me. I’m scared out of my wits. I couldn’t care less what he looks like, but he has a nice bod, teehee.”

“Sloane, love, look I love you so much and I know how sad you are but I’ll be back I promise and when I do we will conquer everything together.” “Why not now?” she threw the sad question right at his face, “mama calls me a psycho every time, she says I remind her of how awful you are, I hate her.” Jeremy placed his hands on her shoulder, “no Sloane, she’s your mother okay? She loves you just like I do.” “She doesn’t dad, she’s no mother to me, my friends do laugh at me whenever they come visit, the rich boys In school call me a looser and a pauper.”

My father flinch watching how Axel holds me. "Don't touch her! let my daughter come home with me now." Axel remove his hands from me as he watch how my father reacted. "Mr. Hornido, your daughter will stay with me for as long as she wanted to and you can't do anything about that." His voice full and arrogant as he look straight on my father's eyes. Axel is taller than my father and his body is ripped, my Dad takes care of himself too but he is built different from Axel. Maybe because Axel is from different genes being a foreigner.

Amos replied, making an air quote around the 'King' https://writersnaija.com.ng/episode-2-twist-of-fate-son-of-the-soil-book-2/ "And there are no sorcerers to save the Kingdom?" I asked and Amos smiled a bit. "We had a sorcerer but the King's Shaman killed him" He replied "The King's Shaman?" I asked, a little bit confused. "Yes, when the illegitimate son claimed the throne, the late sorcerer tried as much as possible to stop him but he brought a shaman, heavens knows how or where he knows him. The shaman killed the sorcerer." Amos explained

He turned his head back to the table and continued his work but his father's words made him hult in his movement. "You called her out for a lunch date? I never expected my own son to be so stupid." Mr Charlie Euston spat in anger and disgust, who would have thought that his only son who was the best among the rest, the most eligible bachelor who could get anything and any women he wanted would go for a dumb girl who was simply nothing and would contribute nothing, there were lots and lots of pretty girls around with good accomplishments that could be a perfect match for his son not some dumb girl.

“Ey Mister, I hope we’re not with your son. You’re being too under de Saya. “Just stating the fact, right? “My dear, please be patient with his bitterness. Maybe he’s just broken-hearted abroad and just doesn’t want to talk about his secret girlfriends. “ He was hooking me with him earlier, but he seemed to be taking it back by saying his son got lovers. Tsk. “I will not be surprised to hear that. Who can even endure his attitude? Wild guess, he must be eating people alive. “ “Try and date him sometimes. What's your name?” I was surprised, and Aaron just stared at his father. “Sena Sontoria. Simple and cute, “I introduced myself and lifted my own ego. Aaron just rolled his eyes. “Stop this s

Nevertheless, it only made things a little exciting. A devious lopsided grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, humming as he stared down at the filthy man. “Son of Lionel Rigby.” The bastard chuckles, looking so proud of himself that Damon recognizes his family. Slaide looked at him square in the eyes and preened, flashing his rows of bloodied teeth as if the table had turned and he now had the upper hand. “That’s right, you assholes! You know my father, then you should know as well I am not to be mess with.”