The Good Son Book Novels & Stories

His small hands went limp, his eyes closing for the last time. Peter's phone slipped from his fingers as he dropped to his knees, shaking. Then, like a man possessed, he staggered up and lunged at me, reaching for the urn. I didn't flinch. I kicked him back, hard, and turned to follow Shaun to the car. We drove in silence toward the ocean. Peter, desperate and unhinged, stumbled after us, catching up just as I prepared to scatter Yule's ashes into the waves. His eyes were wild, bloodshot. He screamed, "No! You can't scatter my son's ashes!"

Everyone that was in the room cleared reluctantly, when the doors closed behind the last person, Ethan finally looked like a human, this time not powerful, not untouchable as he had always been but really broken. He brought out a strand of hair. What has he done now? I thought. “What is this, Ethan?” I was quite scared but I didn't show it. “It’s a hair,” he said and paused. “My son's hair.” He continued. “I really don't understand this and who is your son.” I asked.

"Tony's features look a lot like Ms. Lloyd's, don't they?" "Someone's got a guilty conscience and won't speak up. Isn't the truth obvious?" I clapped my hands. Security guards entered the classroom and escorted Victor and Samantha to the side. I slowly walked up with Tony in my arms. "Tony, tell them who your mother is." My son blinked his big eyes and said, "My mom's name is Eloise." "Are Daddy and Mommy divorced?" "No." "And what did Mommy teach you to call people who behave like Ms. Yates?"

Not long after, my father, back home, owed money to loan sharks and was pushed into his grave by a drug dealer. They'd grabbed me to pay off the debt. A cold needle had been pressed against my vein. At the last second, Leone showed up with his men and rescued me. Leone stayed by my bed day and night, taking care of me and never letting his guard down. After that, I helped him build up a small casino. Then, I helped him take down casino after casino, wiping out one rival after another. I knew my hands were already stained with blood that would never come clean. But even if the whole world thought I was dirty, Leone had no right to.

"What's going on here? Why are they about to kneel?" "I heard that boy's their son — no idea what happened, but apparently it's bad enough for that." "Still, no need to kneel over it. That kid looks harmless enough, but he must be pretty cold-blooded to make his own parents kneel in the street." Someone else pushed back. "You don't know that. Maybe the parents did something unforgivable. Not every parent out there is a good one." "Look at the boy standing next to them, though — clearly the pampered one. If they're both this family's sons, the other one clearly hasn't had it nearly as easy."

“Then let me give you some good news. “The old, run-down property you transferred to me was bought out for redevelopment. The payout was several million dollars.” For one brief second, hope flashed across Dad’s face. Before he could say anything, I continued. “Too bad it has nothing to do with you.” I looked at him and smiled. “After all, I’m not your son.” Dad’s face went gray. As for Howard, he got into a police car. I got on a plane. In the end, we both headed toward the futures we deserved.

It was quiet for a moment. Then, the man burst into shrill, deranged laughter. “What a joke! You’re the son of the owners of this place? If you are, then I’m the king of the world!” The man laughed so hard that he was shaking all over. He pointed a finger at me and said, “Listen, punk, you shouldn’t mess around so much. Although I’ve never met the guy, Professor Corleone told me her son is a king among men. He’s studying abroad! He doesn’t wear no-name trash like you! I’ve met a lot of your kind. You think you can pretend to be rich and powerful just because you’re not as good as others. Do you really think that will get you anywhere?”

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.

Ace asked his son. “Dad it's super cool! It is called super book! It’s about Jesus!” Leroy briefed his dad how far they have gone with the story of Jesus. “We haven't gotten that far.” He said. “Well it's good to hear that you are reading something about Jesus.” Ace smiled at his son. “Mom said I have to know him. And Jesus Christ is my savior because he died on the cross to take away my sins.” Leroy explained. “Well I would your mom is right.” They walked into Leroy’s bedroom. “So do you like basketball?” Ace asked.

The emergency cell phone is used for my Mafia dirty jobs, I try my best to keep my personal contact out of business as my rivals can easily track my movement via my phone or my contact. I took the phone as I exhaled, Mr Andrew is the last person anyone would want to have a business with but unfortunately, he is my father's friend. The former Alpha of Blood Moon Pack, and now, his prodigal rogue son has taken over. Blood Moon Pack is a pack with a high population of rogues, they are known for having little or no peace. The last time my men went to guide his son in a party he hosted, a very large amount of rogues attacked everyone and my men came back looking almost dead after a hard but succe