The Perfect Son Audiobook Novels & Stories

Andre began to tell Yanto. "Really?" Yanto couldn't believe it. There were many evil people around Aris and his family, he thought to himself. "Yes, I feel like I've failed as a father and as a husband. I should have protected Inez back then and refused Aris's student exchange and research program in France. Everything would have been fine," Andre deeply regretted it. If only time could be turned back, he would have taken good care of the two most precious people in his life.

she wept, placing one hand on her stomach and the other on Carlos' arm. “I would have never intentionally done anything to hurt him.” Her voice faded as the hurt encroached on her. “But you did.” Carlos replied monotonously. His eyes were dark with hate and pain, Valerie could feel the intensity of his gaze on her skin. “You killed Jason. You killed our son.” Carlos pushed her roughly and she fell on the couch. “I cannot forgive the woman who has deprived me of my son. Even if that woman happens to be my wife.” He added.

Kate muttered before taking a sip of coffee from the expensive looking, mug cup. “The main BB Company headquarters?” Sandra's slim eyebrow raised in concern. “Of course. Jade won't be at that hotel forever, you know. No matter what anyone says, Jade is the eldest son of this household.” Kate clearly pointed out. “I'm my father's child too, you know? I'm the first daughter of this household! It's not just my older brother who's my father's child! Ace is a blood relative of Alejandro! My son is the first grandson of this household!” Sandra jerked off with irritation in her voice.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I guess she was worried, based on the way she said it. No, I’m fine,” I answered, trying to be perky, but I think it was difficult when my heart missed Blake. Somehow I wish he would show up, surprising me, but no Blake walking towards us. “It’s time,” She said, extending her hand to his son. “Come, baby,” Sean jumped from my lap, dashing at his mom. I slid the pencil into the pocket of my luggage, took it and carried the drawing pad with me, following the two.

Father “You have spilled enough blood, and I will stop you even if it takes everything within me; I am nothing like you” Your Perfect life was not so perfect, especially if you had to protect the girl you love against your father. Welcome to Dark honor. ”A quick death is more pleasurable than being in the presence of Lucifer Morningstar.”

He made love to me slowly, passionately, and took his time as we both enjoyed each other and created another beautiful memory in our lives. If you didn't think he could possibly be any more perfect? You're wrong... He's my perfection, my calmness, my light to my darkness, and the epicenter of everything that makes me thrive to be a better person. Only one person is equally important, and that is our son, Nathan.

"I know what you're doing, father. You're driven by so much hate for no other person but yourself that you turn around to hurt those around you. Do you know why I'm always the perfect victim for you? Because I never gave you that pity. I was the son who dared to stand up to you. Who dared to speak the truth, who didn't fear you. I was the son who was all you've ever wanted to be and now you regret ever sending me away. But you're too much of a coward and too pr oud to admit that"

She asked, looking into her sad face. She tried to hold back her tears from falling and she heaved a sigh. "Sola, I don't know if it's personal and you can't talk to me about it. I just want to let you know that my son isn't perfect, but despite his imperfections, you'll find something good about him; And that good thing is that he is always concerned about the people he loves. Trust me, Sola, my son is the perfect man for you," she said with a smile, patting her shoulders.

I’d rip out those eyeballs that looked more like grenades and make her scream, make her crawl at my feet. I’d show that damn phoenix its rightful place. I would take the saint back home and then... then our father would finally see me for who I really am - he would see me as his son, the one he never noticed. Not Lucifer, not Quinn, not Azrael or Gabriel, but me. Miguel, your third son. Your perfect little son. The one who was really perfect - as perfect as he was. He smiled when that corpse couldn’t even breathe. Yes.