Novel & Cerita The Perfect Son Book

He had spent years not knowing anything about his father, and now, all at once, he was being handed a story that painted him as a traitor. But was that really the full truth? Was his father really a bad person? Giovanni had never spoken about his son. When asked about this earlier today, Mr. Ramirez had only said that his father and Giovanni didn’t get along. But was it just bad blood, or was there more to it? There was only one way to find out. Josh needed to meet his father. Maybe then, he could get some truth. Josh went to bed thinking about that. The next day, when Josh got up from bed, he thought of ways he could visit his dad in prison. For now he didn't know what prison his dad was in

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

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.

Not what I needed. Because in the end— I was still trapped. Still playing the perfect son. The perfect fiancé. The perfect lie. And somewhere out there The only person who ever made any of this feel… bearable— Was completely out of reach.

Someone with a perfect smile wouldn't be like that. Your dad has the perfect smile too and he's like that and besides, they share the same blood, they might at least have that in common. And what does that make you? A monster's son is a monster himself. You can't outr..... I blanked out that voice instantly even though I wasn't able to blank out the deep sadistic laughter ringing in my ear. I'm not my dad. I definitely don't have anything in common with him. Life is always a circle!

Instead Derek looked up and simply nodded. Taking a deep breath, I entered slowly and then saw him. My son. A boy just like I had always hoped but now it didn’t matter anymore. He was sleeping peacefully in his mother's arms and for a moment I forgot how to breathe as I stared at the little one. He was perfect. His little nose, tiny fingers and soft cheeks… everything about him was perfect. And he looked exactly like Celina.

~~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.

The sarcastic words that used to be spoken are now gone because of his father's presence. Instead, praise and strings of thoyyibah sentences towards Stefan. "Stefan is a smart son-in-law. He is the one who helped PT Sanjaya Sawit so that the perpetrators of the hacking were found," Bobby proudly explained. "Stefan is a son-in-law who is good at making money and good with his wife. "He once gave his wife ten million," Chyntia beamed. "Stefan is a smart and reliable brother-in-law, Grandpa. He can fix my broken laptop," praised Robert with a big smile.

Because loving you is the happiest thing in Mommy's life. A line of hurried handwriting was on the last page of the diary. [If there's a next life, I still want to be your mom.] Candice hugged the journal and wept. Outside the window, New Aeravale remained bustling, and life continued. However, there would always be a void in that place—a missing piece named Kathleen Sullivan. A woman who defined motherhood with her life. A woman who finally became the well-behaved version they all wanted. A woman who would forever live in their hearts.

He has never been reckless, since he’s running for congress. His image needs to be perfect! Until the night he walks into Blackline Ink at 10:47 p.m. He’s the son of the US Senator and practically a nepo baby of a politician who’s has his life controlled from the very beginning. He’s been told never to bring shame to the family, “Always be perfect! That was the motto of his father. His Law degree wasn’t one he wanted but had to have, he was raised in a house where emotion was considered weakness.