Son Of The Slob の小説・ストーリー

That they always have quarrels and Bob almost all the time insulted his wife, including his children. Who is Bob? And how would you describe him? Bob is Sarah's father! Being a soldier, God keep him in His Glory, he was very bossy with the whole family. Sometimes even violent. Not infrequently Carmen, Sarah's mother came to me looking for shelter, when she was sober. What do you mean by sober?

The twitch was minimal but the threat in it was massive. "I can clearly see why my son has chosen you to be his Queen. These daring eyes and this porcelain doll face with..." His eyes again took a tour of my body shamelessly "after all he is my son" his smirk widened. The 'disgusting' word can not describe the character of this father and his son. I want to punch him right now. Is everyone the same here? What kind of people are they? Chuavinistc, controlling, shameless, bloody... He cut me off before I could appreciate him more.

“If these grades are average, then Howard’s grades are a disaster.” Mom and Dad picked up the transcript and stared at the nearly perfect scores. They looked at it again and again. “These… These are Caleb’s grades? That can’t be right.” They looked from the transcript to me. For the first time, it felt like they were seeing me without that filter of disgust. Dad suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed. “Well, of course. That’s my son. He got his brains from me.” Mom smiled too. “With grades like this, an Ivy League school isn’t impossible.”

She was their Luna and the bond was tremendous. "Don't make this any more painful than it is. Let's do this now that we barely know him" Alpha Ethan said. "Barely know him, ofcourse I know him, he is my son. And I will not let you harm him" She raised her voice in a commandeering tone but Alpha Ethan never submitted. His eyes became dark with rage and he cursed within him.

Robert pounded on Stefan's bedroom door and howled, "Your madness is starting to recur, isn't it, Damn Brother-in-law!" Bobby, who had just returned from work, was even more irritated because his company was in big trouble, venting his anger on this useless son-in-law. He pounded on Stefan's room door, then insulted, “We think that you haven't completely recovered yet. The medicine that I bought will soon be used up, Son-in-Law of the Parasites!”

That thought angers me more than it should. I smile in satisfaction as my cub has already entwined himself around my mate’s legs. And my baby has an iron grip. Slade gives me a look that nearly makes me laugh, like he is a rabbit caught in the brambles as the big bad wolf approaches. He has likely not been around children much over the last decade. And I think the beta has met his match with my cub. But if anyone can melt an icy, standoffish heart, it’s my son. I could see that even on his father’s face last night, the way Mace began to thaw, and his eyes never left his cub’s very long throughout dinner. If he wants a relationship with his cub, I’d be more than open to it. I hope he comes ar

At this point, he had seen it all. "Your city? You mean the city you run around dirtying with my name." His father stroked his mustache in amusement and thought to himself... they really do not make twenty-two-year-olds like they used to. His son was crass, rude, angsty, violent; what and where exactly had he done/gone wrong? "You mean our name..." Sochun sat opposite his father. "Our city… No?" He was trying to push his father's buttons. Unfortunately, nothing he did affected the man except for… "So I'm at school studying like a good little boy, and guess what catches my eyes..."

His mother smacked him again before he could finish his sentence. Mrs. Lewis yelled, “Where’s your shame? Do you even feel shameful? Sonny’s last name is Brown. How could Sonny Brown be just like you? Bah, you’re shameless! If he really was your flesh and blood, for the sake of my grandson, I’d accept Liberty no matter how much I dislike her, but is Sonny yours?”

His money is as new as it comes, and as filthy. Born dirt poor, Sly was an only child, which maybe explains his inability to play well with others. His mother, my grandmother whom of course I never met, waited tables at a greasy diner in Boston while his father, a goliath of a man, worked in construction all his life. Both were hard working. Together they made ends meet, giving the best they could to their ungrateful son and working themselves to their graves before either of them reached fifty-five.

The obese man turned around to face Sabrina and roared, "You skank, apologize! You must get down on your knees and apologize!" "I said, watch your mouth!" Sabrina retorted calmly. "Why? Did he say anything wrong? Aren't you a single mother? Not just that but an unmarried mother, too! Women like you are born to be cheap and shameless! Your daughter is nothing but a little skank like her skank mother, and she dares to hit my son? Who on earth do you think you are?"