The Perfect Son Book Novels & Stories

"How old is your brother now?" "20, he was 14 when we were taken," I muttered. "So that makes you 18, does that have anything to do with why you tried to run?" he asked. He figured it out. I nodded slowly. "Yeah. I found my mate, he's Alpha Thaddeus' son. He rejected me." He looked strained as he rubbed a gentle hand up and down my back. "I'm so sorry Roxanne, you didn't deserve any of that. I promise no one will ever touch you here," he told me, and I smiled.

"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."

Another comment popped up. "Hilary's personality is so weak! I'm getting sick of her. Honestly speaking, the main plot isn't half as interesting as the villains' daily life." "Whatever it is, Sandy will definitely come home unscathed. She is the main owner after all, and the story can't continue without her. But you can't say the same about Theo…" When I read that comment, I couldn't hold it in anymore and turned to leave the room. I then quickly dialed the number that I'd saved in my phone a long time ago. I was going to save my son no matter what.

He settles again almost instantly, trusting completely. I sat back and watched him for a long time after that. Tomorrow will begin something new, single father, widower in all but truth, a life I never wanted and never chose. But tonight, none of that exists. Tonight, there is only my son, my perfect little boy, and the man I still love with every piece of me, wherever he is. "I love you, Shen," I whisper into the darkness, and the words are for both of them. "For both of my Shens. Wherever you are, whatever you remember or don't remember, I love you. And our son is perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

Raphael lost interest immediately she walked in. "How do I put this mother?" he didn't want to hurt that girls feelings so he just said. "same as always mother." he smiled painfully at the girl who was smiling at him.. Knowing what her son meant, she grabs the girl out with her. "don't be a drama queen mother" Raphael chuckles at his mum's behavior. ' it a matter of time, I'll find my woman, mother.' He said to himself and gets back to work. _____________ never really knew that she could dance like this

V serials. "Anam that's bad, don't say like that she is much older than you " Hayat scolded. I rolled my eyes at her, Hayat don't know how this old hag makes things difficult for her. Hayat is too much of a goody-two-shoes to see the disapproving looks her future mother-in-law sends her way. That lady thinks her son can do soo much better. Oh please. Hayat is the best. My dear Farhan Bhai and I are going to have a conversation and not a pleasant one I assure you.

"So you were the one who switched the electrical cables!" "How dare you try to frame Bianca North and deceive me?" Sean's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Mr. Clark, deception wasn't their only goal." "The North family was willing to sacrifice their own daughter just to protect their nephew." A wave of gasps and murmurs swept through the courtroom. Noah North had to have known about this. There's no way he was in the dark. He's the president of North Corporation. Could James actually be his illegitimate son?

"Father, I've loved him since the moment I set my eyes on him. I'm sure as anything." "Then I guess that's solved, then," he says wistfully. "I want you to be happy, always. I don't want you to try and be perfect even when it causes a disservice to yourself. I was never a perfect son, so I don't expect a perfect daughter." I'm too stunned to speak. I just start crying. Again. "Thank you so much, Dad. I love you." "I love you too, sweetheart. And I'm sure no other man would treat you better than Max. He's a good man. A good friend. And I'm sure he'll make a fantastic husband. Mark my words."

"I wanted a mate who would stand beside him, who would strengthen his position, who would be... flawless." The word hung between us like a curse. I let out a sob, the tears starting all over again, hot and bitter on my cheeks. "Our son is not perfect, Marcus. Look at what we made! He's broken. He's a mosaic of scars and repressed rage." I could barely get the words out past the lump in my throat. "He walks with a ghost on his shoulder every single day because of us. Because we chose pride over love. We chose tradition over truth."