The Perfect Son Audiobook Novels & Stories

Maybe, I have pushed him too far, but I find I don’t really care because he deserves it. “You will regret choosing that rat over me I promise you. I am whats good for you but you are too stubborn to see it but don’t worry soon you will” he straightens his clothes and touches the sore spot on his face that is beginning to bruise and leaves. I sit there in silence after he leaves, trying to make sense of what has just happened. My phone beeps, its Marcus letting me know he is making dinner and so I should not be late for dinner; he also tells me he has discovered something called the DC universe and his crush now is Jason Momoa and that he and Aqua man are going to have a village of kids and l

~~MASSIMO~~ My son... is absolutely perfect. I can see the hesitation in Seraphina's eyes the second she walks into my home, and for a brief instant, I feel the urge to return to our previous dynamic—the one where I demand, and she obeys without question because she knows what I'm capable of.

I asked the System, "So, what am I supposed to do now?" "You must make sure the male lead understands that you don't love him anymore. This mission is considered a complete success once his obsession with you is entirely crushed. I'll grant you an additional bonus after you've completed this mission." At the mention of a bonus, I agreed without a second thought. "Fine. Send me back." The next second, the sharp tang of disinfectant rushed up my nose, and Noah's ecstatic shout rang in my ears. "Dad! Mom's fingers just twitched!"

CHAPTER 3 What Rough Beast Father found him on the way back from Kathy’s house. A town car, freshly minted and fully loaded, pulled up to Jon on an empty street. It sparkled under the streetlights and the yellow eyes of its driver sparkled along with it. Jon’s father stepped out. Well-muscled and trim, he was always perfectly dressed with neat crisp lines. He never seemed to sweat or get dirty. He always knew what to say and how to act, to get what he wanted. Perfection clung naturally to him. From that perfection came a confidence Jon could never hope for.

When he finally pulls away, the sonographer clears her throat, reminding us that we’re not alone. “Sorry to interrupt,” she says with a wide smile, clearly amused. “But we should finish up the scan.” Zade steps back reluctantly, still holding my hand as I settle back onto the exam table. The sonographer adjusts the equipment, and the screen flickers back to life, revealing our baby once more. “There’s your little one,” she says, pointing out the tiny movements on the screen. “Everything looks perfect.” Zade squeezes my hand, his eyes glued to the screen. “It's amazing,” he whispers, and I can hear the awe in his voice.

Cole reiterated. “Theo?” Rufus muttered, as he gave a slight chuckle. “You really need to see what that young man is building, he’s in the same class with your son right? Just ask him, when you get home. My boy has the world in his hand, he is a big time perfectionist” “You call that rude boy with no manners perfectionist?” Cole asked “And you called the father of a perfectionist a crook?” Rufus reiterated. Cole grinned viciously at him as he just directed his gaze from him, their rest of the journey to their individual houses was silent as they all kept glancing at themselves severally.

— Are you sure you didn't make a pass at her, or say anything stupid, so that your mother would think she is the ideal daughter—in— law for her son? I come closer, bring my hand up to his face, and caress it lightly. — There is no ideal daughter—in—law, there is an ideal son—in—law for her son... And, it is you! When I hear his voice, Light up the darkness of my heart, There is no reason for me to be alone Because I know I have you

“No one wants the outcast” “Well, the father doesn’t exactly like the in...casts either” he poked Arnold’s chest. “Father is sick of all your vices, nothing I do ever pleases him and then there’s Henry, the perfect son” “I don’t still see where you are going with this...” Arnold stated with a look of confusion in his eyes.

Wants him to never look at Finn as potential heir because he doesn't need one. I want Finn to be invisible. Forgotten. Safe. "Your father's a monster," I whisper to my sleeping son. "But you're not. You're perfect. And I'll make sure you grow up nothing like him." Finn opens his eyes. Dark like Cormac's. But his expression is innocent. Curious. Human. Not monster. Not yet. Maybe never. "We'll figure this out," I promise. "Somehow. We'll survive." The fire crackles. Wind howls outside. Scotland in November is brutal.

“Is he okay?” “He’s perfect,” I said, my voice soft as I shifted slightly so Talon could get a better look. “Meet your son.” Talon’s eyes filled with tears as he stared at the baby, his hand hovering over his shock of black hair as if he were afraid to touch him. “He’s so small,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “He’s perfect.” I reached for his hand, guiding it to rest on our son’s chest. “He’s ours,” I whispered, my heart swelling with love as I watched Talon take in the sight of our baby for the first time.