The Perfect Son Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dad said while laughing. I laugh too, “So all that you said is just drama to scare her?” “Of Course Baby. How can I live without you mom she’s my life and everything too like Shane to your heart. I just want her to realize that she’s not perfect at all.” “You are my idol Dad! I love you and thank you.” I hugged my dad tightly and he returned the favor and caressed my hair like a child.

No matter how good I was, I wasn't good enough for the people I loved. I was the perfect daughter... Perfect grades Well mannered Obedient I was perfect but not the favorite one or most loved. As dad never saw any perfection, busy gushing over his little Iris. I was the perfect daughter. But Iris, she was his princess. No matter how much she defied him, he always loved her. I was perfect but not the one whom he pecked on the forehead. I was perfect but not the one, he sat on his lap and would read stories.

Ghost was a perfect man and mate. Perfect, even in these anxious moments before their son's arrival.

He grew up trying to be the perfect son which he admitted to be so much exhausting and yet thrilling at the very same time. I was kind of sorry for him that he had to go through all of this. His real parents didn’t want him and much like me, he also grew up trying to be the epitome of perfection. Though there’s a difference between me and him. He’s actually the epitome of a perfect guy, he has good manners, he’s very open minded and quite intelligent, he’s exceptionally talented and also quite good-looking. Me on the other hand, I don’t think I am what people think I am. People like my parents, the people at school, everyone who literally know me on the surface, they all see and adore me as

My father's other kids are clear evidence that we had made the right decision. My God, They were acting so weird, so fucking weird. They could be mistaken for the kids in that musical movie “Sound of music.” It was just so weird, but I have nothing to say about it, I mean, this is like a dream come true for my father and I can see the pride and joy in his eyes. But all this wasn’t bothering me, I mean, he can train his kids to act like robots for all I care. What bothered me is his son, his first child with the other woman. He should be in his late teens but he looks and acts so mature, that you would think that he is in his late twenties. He is all my father has always wanted me to be, I co

— 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

Occasionally, he'd stand alone on the balcony, looking at the sky of Jeddah and thinking, perhaps through the massacre of the Mafia, the hatred within his heart would lessen. His heart had turned merciless. "Do you really not understand?" Mr. Marcus asked in a deep voice. His son was too smart, and too mature for his age. The way they interacted had always been like friends, he had never had such a serious conversation with Henry before, nor had he ever been angry with him. His son was too perfect. He wouldn't make you angry, obedient and filial, smart and lovable. He wouldn't have any flaws for you to grasp and educate him on. his thoughts were more meticulous than anyone, rigorous, underst

“Your family needs you now.” His grip tightened, like he was drawing strength from my touch. “Maybe. But I need you more.” His voice cracked. “I’m not as strong as they all think I am. But does that make me less of a man?” The rawness in his question cut straight to the marrow of me. “No,” I whispered, tears rising despite myself. “It makes you real, Dominic. It makes you human. It makes you… perfect.” Perfect for me. “A perfect son. A perfect brother.”

Kerrington's words. "You have the perfect job and a successful company. And Zion, a hardworking and respectable man. You really must be God's favorite." Mr. Kerrington continued, showering her with praise. His admiration for her shone brightly in his eyes. Ayva's smile faltered slightly at the mention of Zion. Amanda on the other hand wore a deep frown of distaste on her face. "But you," he began, casting a disappointed gaze at his daughter seated beside him. The look of disappointment on his face was palpable.

“For the truth.” Roman smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Then we’re on the same page. Because the truth is, your mother buried my father’s firm. She stole his trademarks, separated his board, and left him to take the fall for her crimes. He died penniless while Evelyn built her empire.” Ava didn’t flinch, but her chest constricted. “And now?” she questioned. “Now I want justice.” “Justice or revenge?” Roman’s expression stiffened. “Does it matter?”