The Perfect Son Audiobook Novels & Stories

I thought we have gone past this issue already. My father has always wanted me to be the perfect son, perfect businessman, and perfect billionaire. He wanted me to be perfect in all my dealings but there are no perfections in anything that has to do with my relationship life. He still wants me to make amends and turn my imperfections into perfections. "Father..." I call but he interrupts me. "Aren't you going to do anything about it? Do you want to lose the title of the youngest billionaire?" I groan, deciding not to talk to him about Eric anymore. I will do things my way. I hear my mother's voice from the background and I know she is behind it all.

“We deserve peace.” “You’ll have it,” I vow. “From now on, you’ll have nothing but peace, sweetness, and a family that adores you.” Her fingers slide weakly across my chest as she whispers, “Our family.” I nod, leaning in to press a soft kiss on her lips. Outside the window, the sun spills gold across the ward, lighting up the incubator where our son kicks his blanket away again, stubborn and fierce, just like his parents. And as Neriah breathes a contended against my chest, I know this is it. This is our hard-earned, well-deserved happy ending, Perfect in every broken, beautiful way.

"She's hurt. Don't make her suffer more." His voice cracked with emotion, his face etched with sorrow. "She's my daughter, my child. Show some compassion." The officers paused, their expressions softening lightly. One of them hesitated, then reached for the handcuffs, loosening them slightly. Elena's father nodded, his eyes welled up in tears. Elena's father placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his eyes filled with tears."You're strong, Elena. You'll get through this. Tell the truth and don't let them intimidate you."

“Fuck no.” “Shh! Language. We don’t want our son picking up cuss words first.” I laughed, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. My throat tightened. This woman, my woman, holding our son…the picture was like nothing I’d ever seen. No art or painting or sculpture could beat it. Rosalyn’s face contorted, tears streaming down. “He’s so perfect.” I wrapped my arms around them, pulling them close. “Yeah, he is. You are, too. You both are perfect”

"Impudent, what did you do to our master?! And why are you here, huh?" Of course the leader of a bunch of burly men knew Haven Clark as the most useless son-in-law living as a parasite in the Lee family. Haven turned his gaze to the six burly men in front of he. "I'm here with my wife." "What? with your wife? Hahaha, even your wife doesn't want to be with you anymore and chose to be with our master," said the leader of the guards haughtily. "What are you waiting for! Quickly kill this bastard! If necessary, smash him head!" shouted Garfield impatiently.

“Your father. What’s the deal with him. It seems like you’re the favored one because of him.” “My father, Axel, was an exceptional soldier, he came to the army when he was just eighteen and stayed in for as long as he could. He climbed in the ranks and also in the respect of others. He was a natural. And so everyone admired him. After he had me, he expected me to do the same and so even when I was a child I was training to be like him and when I was ready he sent me off to the army. But recently he got into an accident that injured him and now he’s unable to help out. And so he stays home, being taken care of by my mother.” “So he’s about the same age as the General, which is why you're the

he said roughly. Then looked at me. “Ours.” I held out my arms. They brought him to me. When they laid him against my chest, every ache, every scar, every road that had led me here became worth it. He blinked up at me with dark, unfocused eyes and an offended expression. Perfect. He was perfect. “Hello son,” I whispered. My son quieted at my voice. Around the bed, four males closed in close enough that our shoulders touched. Five heartbeats. Then six.

While instructing Amanda to audit the company accounts, I pulled out my phone and sent him a message. [Victor, after all these days, don't you have anything to explain to me?] His response was harsh. [Explain what? It was all a misunderstanding. You're the one making a big deal out of nothing. Eloise, let me tell you something. If you don't apologize to Samantha, I'll never forgive you! If you hadn't neglected our son, Samantha wouldn't have had to step up and be Tony's mother!] I never imagined the man I had loved for so many years would slander me like this. Only after tearing away his outer facade did I realize how rotten he was inside.

Jean’s breath hitched, and her hands shook violently. She looked at the doctor, her lips quivering. “What did you say? Can you repeat that?” The doctor was confused. “Don’t you know that your eldest son has a sweet potato allergy?” Ignorant of the pain and distress written all over Jean’s face, the doctor asked, “By the way, where is he now? I’ve stocked up on a new batch of allergy medication. He can just pop one of these if he mistakenly consumes sweet potatoes again.”

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"