Son Of The Slob Novels & Stories

"But Father, this is...it just doesn't make any sense. He is a changed person now, that I am sure of..." "He still has my blood running in his veins. He is my son and will forever remain my son. He will do my bidding. Even though he is the youngest amongst you all aside from Valerie, he is sharper, smarter, and needed in the organization. Do you think if he had ordinary capabilities like you and your brother, he would have been given the title SON OF A MAFIA? Haha, in your dreams. I spent a lot on that boy, gave him all the training that he deserved, he served not only me but each contributor in this Mafia rulership. He belongs to us all and will forever remain a part. He is our son after al

Get away from me, you disgusting thing! "People like you are the dumbest! How dare you even say that you had the smart genes? I spent millions choosing my son's genes from a huge pool of donors! "I just came to you because I was fooling around with you! You were nothing but a servant to me. How could you even think that you were worth that much to me? "You? Being my son's father? Gross! You're worthless to me! "Your own baby has already been reduced to ashes because of you!"

I was shaking, sobbing with pleasure, “Goddamn, listen to you—screaming for Daddy’s cum like the campus slut you are. My son’s texting you right now and you’re creaming all over his father’s cock—fuck, I’m right there—gonna breed this tight pussy—gonna knock you up on my desk—take it, baby—TAKE DADDY’S LOAD!” He slammed in to me last time and exploded. “Fuuuuck—I’m cumming—Daddy’s cumming so hard inside you—feel that, princess?

“I will handle this,” Maverick said as he dropped the phone call, and soon enough, he arrived. He looked at the sorry excuse of a man his brother had become and wanted to kill him. “What do you have to say for yourself?” “I wanted to test that little morsel your son has upstairs. I thought maybe he would be more of a team player than you ever were.” The man spat out. “I mean, he has his own version of his mother, a simpleton and whore.”

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

My little brother got himself a girlfriend. The moment the news reached them, the whole family lit up. My sister, Serena, clapped so hard her palms cracked. "Who is she? Which lucky girl caught our handsome Tyler's eye?" Mom's face glowed like the credit was hers. "Look who raised him. It was only a matter of time before some girl noticed." Dad couldn't stop grinning. "That's my boy. Good for you, son!" The second they caught Tyler looking embarrassed, they pressed their advantage. "So it's like that, is it? Thanksgiving's almost here. Bring her home. We want to meet her." Then it was my turn, and all they managed were a couple of flat, dutiful lines. "Adrian, you're not as good-l

My younger brother, Victor Bishop, has a silver tongue. That's why our parents, Paul Bishop and Jenna Cole, treat him like a treasure. I am socially awkward and blind to social cues, so they send me to the countryside to train. They even say there's no need to treat me well. They feed me scraps and make me sleep in the barn. After I turn 18, they put me in the family company to test me. Because of me, the Bishops become the richest family in Caldera. But Victor teams up with our parents and steals the credit that should've been mine. Everyone in the business world treats him like a star. Later, a building he cuts corners on collapses and kills dozens of workers. He makes me take the

'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

“Truth must be bitter, huh? Accept your reality. You couldn't match me in terms of looks, wealth or anything else. Why do you think your son will be any better? With or without tricks, he's destined to always stay beneath my Ronan.” Slade chuckled. There was no humour in the sound. “Really? How many medals has your son won since he began to play hockey? Do you want to compare?” Bryan's expression twitched. “You claim you have money, did you earn it by yourself? You're just a useless leech living off the efforts of your ancestors. Despicable trash, useless to the core.” Bryan laughed. “At least, my father and grandparents had the good sense to leave me billions. Unlike yours…”

The word came out quietly. Not because he didn't believe what he was reading. Because he did. He kept scrolling. The information continued appearing. Apex Global Holdings Ownership status: 100% transferred to verified heir Beneficiary: Ethan Cole Transfer authorization: Accepted Administrative control: Activated Ethan's hand tightened around the phone. For three years, the Harrington family had called him worthless. Richard had called him a parasite. He had been treated as a man who had nothing to contribute, nothing to offer, and no future beyond whatever Sophia and her family allowed him to have.