The Good Son Book Novels & Stories

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

"Mommy, the man. Is he a good person or a bad person?" Treas's question was simple. I understood exactly who he was referring to. I didn't know why Treas still remembered; perhaps the man had left too deep an impression on him. I smiled at my son and replied. "What do you think. Is he good or bad?" Treas held up his chubby little hands and gestured for a moment, then sucked on his tiny index finger to answer me. "Treas, Treas, the man, the man is a good person."

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

Esther asked, "What happened? How did he end up in a car accident?" "We were on our way to the office when a cat ran into the road. Jon was trying to protect me and ended up suffering worse injuries." The moment he heard that, William grabbed me by the collar and roared, "What did you say? How could you let Jon get hurt protecting you?" I looked at him, expressionless. "Jon is my son. Isn't it normal for a son to protect his father?" "Sean Barkley, let me make one thing clear. Jon is the only son of the Small family. If anything happens to him, I won't let you—"

I went to stand next to my father on the stage. "I have an announcement to make. All of you know that Grayson isn't my biological son, but something you don't know is that when he was turned in Luna Emelia's womb, he got some of my blood. He has Alpha blood in him so I am standing here in front of you to tell you he will be your new Alpha as soon as I retire. I know he is too young at the moment, that is why I won't swear him in today. I want him to go to Alpha school and then travel the world a bit or the other way around. It is all up to him. Although I would like to get him on his path as soon as possible."

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

Hello. My name is Sylvester and I am twenty-six years old. This is a book about my revenge on my father-in-law Mr. Adams, for what he had done to my mother. I hope this teaches you all, the readers, how to treat people. You'll never what the future might bring. It all started a long time ago when I was only eighteen my name was Dave... Dave POV... "Mother I'm off to work now," I said. "Won't you at least have something to eat first? It's not good to work on an empty stomach." My mother said.

He had spent years not knowing anything about his father, and now, all at once, he was being handed a story that painted him as a traitor. But was that really the full truth? Was his father really a bad person? Giovanni had never spoken about his son. When asked about this earlier today, Mr. Ramirez had only said that his father and Giovanni didn’t get along. But was it just bad blood, or was there more to it? There was only one way to find out. Josh needed to meet his father. Maybe then, he could get some truth. Josh went to bed thinking about that. The next day, when Josh got up from bed, he thought of ways he could visit his dad in prison. For now he didn't know what prison his dad was in

She addressed me. “Twenty-eight.” “See, he is ten years older than you. “ She coerced her stubborn son, “Nine…” I chipped in, but mother and son didn't seem to acknowledge. “ But I love him.” My boy argued, "Don't make me lose him, Ma. Please…” Elizabeth glared at me but with her son, she softened her features, "I will be understanding, but if he hurts you, I will burn this property to the ground alongside him" She eyed me daringly.