The Good Son Book Novels & Stories

"Yes and more which you'd find out from the chip-Son, you have to go now, they'd come in here any moment, go!." He shook his head stubbornly "No papa, come with me." "I can't son, I need to take care of things. You're my only child left, you need to live. go son " he pushed him towards a wall and touched his palm on the wall, it opened revealing an elevator. He pushed him inside "Remember, you're my son, a mafia lord and the rightful heir to the Donahue empire. Trust no one but yourself." He pressed a button and the elevator closed up and begin to move down but the boy stop it, he ran out of it

THE PREACHER'S SON ✝ Richee Jay✍🏽✍🏽 Episode One I sat on the front row,listening to Dad preach against sin with all act of seriousness. I could feel the word 'sin' disgusted my father, and listening to his words gave me goosebumps. Being a preacher's only child came with responsibilities and expectations. I lived by dad's rules. I rarely lied, I never stole, I read my bible every single day, just as a pastor's son should. But still, I have one problem.

shitty boy from the dinner and shitty boy from the supermarket along with two men. "Good evening Ms. Evans", said the man who looked like the leader, tall, blond hair, blue eyes, and very imposing. "Good evening Mr......" I said while eyeing the group. "Jacob Bloom, Alpha of the Northmoon pack", then gestured to the red-headed man next to him, "This is Rain Black, my Beta" he stepped aside and nodded toward the boys, "My son Luc and Rain's son Alex", so shitty boy from the dinner is the Alpha son and shitty boy from the supermarket is the Beta son, good to know. I crossed my arms and gave them the meanest glare I could master. I kept at it until Alex's eyes zoomed behind me.

"What do you mean?" "Are you really willing to lose your family for something that no longer belongs to you? Let me just tell you something. That woman you're letting go is the one I wished my son could have had by his side all the time. She's loyal, honest, and above all, brave. She would have been a great daughter-in-law. As I told your wife back then, now I understand why my son fell in love with her." I just look at him with a furrowed brow at this declaration.

This means you now have a biological son and two siblings that are as thick as thieves! "If you help us, this means you're helping out the people you're the closest with!" Before I could respond, my rebellious son was already helping his in-laws to persuade me. "That's right, Mom! Pamola's parents are my parents too! Since they're poor, it's only right for us to give them money! You should just hand the key over to my mom! "George isn't here at the moment. I'll call him over this afternoon so that you and him can head over to the city hall and get the names on the property deed changed.

This is the end of The Bad Boy Has A Daughter. Firstly, I want to say a big thank you to everyone who read this book, dropped a review or a comment. It really helped me write this book till the end. Thanks to God who I believe in for the grace to write this book. The inspiration and his gift of life. I'm happy to finally finish this book. Thanks to my friends and family for their continuous support. And to you. For giving this book a chance. Now to the question on everyone's mind. Would there be a book on Ryder?

My son placed his index finger on his temple thinking desperately about what his Dad meant to say. “ Sorry Daddy but I don’t know why they can be good or bad. Can you please explain more to me?” “ Very well, A good spy helps a government infiltrate other countries and make sure that they will not be a threat to other countries. In other aspects, a good spy helps locate civilians abducted by rebels from other countries. That’s a good spy. But sometimes they can also be a bad spy. Like for example in our house, if there’s a spy and he or she has bad intentions of spying on us. They can use the information they found in our house to ruin our life or much worse.” I rolled my eyes to Clyde when h

says Falvio and stops. "The other part of you wants to stop?" asks the priest. "That's what's messed up. I don't think i have another part in me. I want to continue" says Falvio. "My son, there will always be a choice between Good and bad. The part to do the right will always be hard to walk on and the devil temps for the person to follow him with ease. You need to chose and learn from the previous persons end. Is that the end you want" says the priest.

My fingers slope, I gripped the pencil loosely, the tips of my brows almost touch each other in concentration, I was working on the part that looked better in my head. “He is a Shepherd.” Her voice is so close, it startles me, but not as much as her words. I look up to see her stretched over the work, her sharp eyes ingesting the lines. The pencil between my fingers rolled nervously, from this close I couldn’t tell if she liked it or not. “And he is Bethany’s son, they both are.” I argue, forcing my hands to stay by my side and not shield the drawing from her eyes. “This looks better, did you dream about it?”

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.