The Perfect Son Audiobook Novels & Stories

My skin prickled at the obvious contempt and shame in his voice as he spoke of his son. “I wish one day he could snap out of this silly traumatized phase and remember how to be a man. Liook at our pack…every day we face attacks from a mad man who had crowned himself king of the rogues and my own son, who should be leading an army by now cannot even defend himself properly.” I opened my mouth to respond—to what, I didn't know—when I heard footsteps on the stairs behind me. I turned. And forgot how to breathe. He was gorgeous.

He asks Albert to chuckle. “Gerald was her favorite son, so I’m not surprised,” he said for Harden to nod. “More reason to be a suspect dear uncle,” Harden said walking away from his uncle as Simon walked behind him. The man sniffs in anger as he watches Harden become a man just like his father, he needs to do something about him but the boy is just too smart like his father. Inside the black car that drove away from the golf field, Simon gave his boss his phone as his mother had been calling after hearing he was going for a golf game with his uncle who she despised with her heart.

Elio said sarcastically, "Is that so? Ooh, I'm so scared." "How dare you!" There was a furious roar. The patriarch of the family, Harrison Jones, made his entrance with the help of his enchanting young secretary. Although Old Master Jones was over seventy years old, he was still physically and mentally sturdy.

The man replied. “I like him.” Ivy responded as I smiled. “He can survive the culling.” The whispers picked up again but nobody said anything, a lot of people brought out their phones and started to text others or even call. Bode was one of them. I watched as he called his father and after his call ended, he nodded at us and kept quiet, watching the chaos around. The door opened as I went tense again. It was time to face the monster, the reason for most of my nightmares. Uncle Tony.

Udin, who was still in a kneeling position, looked at the person from toe to his partially grayed hair. He is Hartono (Markonah's father). While Udin was distracted by Hartono, Markonah took a glass on the shelf, then stepped into a gallon of water that was perched next to the cashier's table. Since lunch, she hasn't drunk a single sip of water, so she feels very thirsty. "You ..." "I'm her father, what do you want?" interrupted Hartono cutting Udin's words. He pursed his lips and his eyes glared at Udin.

What I won't give to wear one of those over my eyes right about now. The night seems endless and I am pretty sure I didn't sleep a wink. The owl next door sang his hoots all night. The bats caught their moths, and I wish I were one of them. Hanging upside down to sleep in a secret place hidden from judgment. But I will never sleep, especially during the day when Model Perfect calls my name. Model Perfect is like a siren who called to me, and my parents jumped for joy at the opportunity. Maybe I never truly wanted to learn how to model. But my parents, God bless them, making big decisions on my behalf. It's what they've always done and what they will always do. They are the absent decision-ma

"STRUCTURE. ORDER. GEOMETRY" He laughed. A dry, rasping sound. "YOU MUST BECOME LIKE ME." THE ANCHOR DAMIAN’S P.O.V. I watched my son sitting by the bone door. He looked small. The Rot was eating him. I could see his aura flickering like a dying bulb. "He's trying to convert you," I rumbled from the throne. "Don't listen to the salesman, Leo." Leo stood up. He walked over to me. "He's right, Dad."

"His vacation here is over. But you, my imperfect son, must be perfect today and bring me straight A's. Do not be late. You already had the audacity to make your brother pick you up from school last night. An earthquake rattled the entire area, and you were somehow still wandering inside that building." When Dylan finished speaking, Josh felt a sudden, violent wave of nausea. He kept his eyes glued to the expensive wood of the table. "I am sorry, I did not mean to do that," Josh repented. "Well, that was an imperfection. So shut up and continue with your routine," Dylan snapped. "Okay, Father," Josh muttered. "Louder!" Dylan shouted, the boom of his voice rattling the plates. "Okay, Father!"

March 10, 2026: Author Announcement. My Dear Readers, Thank you for reading this book until the very end. I hope you enjoyed the story between Kenneth Wright and Freya King. "Finding Mr. Perfect" is part of the family series, "Love and Legacy in the House of the Kings." Book 1: Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire Book 2: The Bad Boy Next Room Book 3: Finding Mr. Perfect Note that you can also find Book 2 merged with Book 1, and the same goes for Book 2 and Book 3. It was only later that I decided to separate Freya's story as a standalone.

"Who dares to despise me son?" A middle-aged man stepped out, his figure was unusual, his tone was calm. Harding Marcus caught a life-saving blade of grass and turned around. "Father must kill him!" His father is Jocelyn Marcus, the head of the Marcus family. The great families that met Jocelyn Marcus also had to bow down and flatter, and his son has always been bossy, but he loves this son very much.