Novel & Cerita The Perfect Son Book

“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.

"Daisy was born with a heart condition." "The doctors always believed medication would be enough but they recently found complications and the surgery can't wait anymore." His thumb traced the rim of the cup. "I promised her I'd take care of everything." Bianca stayed quiet. "I thought I could." A short laugh escaped him, "I had money, influence, and I thought nothing could stop me." He shook his head."Then my father cut me off." He finally looked at her again, "I've tried everything Bianca, my savings, loans, friends but no one wants to help once they hear Richard Anderson has disowned his own son."

I found him so cool whenever he shared his faith with the whole family. I marched right up to the bays and handed my card to a teenager cashier at the counter to make a purchase. She was wearing a cute and tiny hairpin on the left side of her ear, her above shoulder-length black hair made her even more gorgeous. "Hello, Miss Astrid! It is good to see you here again." She cheerfully greeted me while placing my books on a paper bag printed with the name of the shop. "Hello, Marianne! Are you done with your class already?" She is the daughter of Mrs. Williams, who owned this bookstore.

She asked, looking into her sad face. She tried to hold back her tears from falling and she heaved a sigh. "Sola, I don't know if it's personal and you can't talk to me about it. I just want to let you know that my son isn't perfect, but despite his imperfections, you'll find something good about him; And that good thing is that he is always concerned about the people he loves. Trust me, Sola, my son is the perfect man for you," she said with a smile, patting her shoulders.

Aaron said and I shook my head. "You have to do better than that," I explained. "Come on!" he said, "You can't possibility want to stay here tonight with mom and dad," he said. And I am sure if those two heard their little angel talking about them like that they'd be heartbroken. Actually, no, they would blame me. That was the way things worked in my house. Aaron was the son that always ever wanted. To my mother, he was a perfect gentleman and sweeter than sugar. To my father he was the sort of son men dreamed about: Athletic, handsome, and popular with the ladies.

With each inquiry, the growing chasm between Beverly's depiction and the reality before her gnawed at her inner peace, feeding a rising tide of anxiety. Now, all Dynasty could cling to were Beverly's words. Strangely, Beverly had never mentioned a son—she had sent the invitation explicitly addressed to Sheppard Choi, the father. Could this enigmatic figure before her possibly be his son? Time was a relentless foe, and as her mind raced with swirling questions, she tucked those concerns away, opting to ride the currents of the moment. Yet the atmosphere was thick with disconcerting tension, igniting her senses with a flickering blend of uncertainty and intrigue.

The sight of another man touching his daughter—no matter how lovingly—was something he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to. Over and over, he repeated in his head: 'He is your son-in-law. He is the man your daughter loves.' Beside him, Valerie could see the storm brewing inside him. She placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Marcus, my love… Breathe. That boy is the man our daughter chose. We have to accept that." He exhaled sharply. "I still don’t trust Mr. Perfect. There has to be something wrong with him. No one is that flawless."

Permanently. And our future—our beautiful, peaceful, Emily-free future—was just beginning. Together. Always together. With our son proving love conquered everything. Finally. **THE END OF BOOK 3** ---

There was always something wrong with lil' boy Oden, everyone knew he wasn't mentally stable- even his parents, but they didn't seek help, no, how could they when they had such a perfect baby? God had given them a baby with this gift and they were not about to change him just so that he could "fit in". He was their special little boy and they treated him as such. Oden got whatever he wanted. Even when he demanded for the insides of a lion, he got them, and even when he demanded for the insides of his very own nanny- he got them.

He had said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Knight, but your son shows signs of early stage psychopathy. While it's still developing, he doesn't process emotions the way most people do. I understand that people in your line of work don't flinch at killing, but this is a seven-year-old child. You said he cried when you told him to shoot his dog but didn't hesitate to shoot you. I'm afraid he'll only grow worse with time." I'll never forget the look on my mother's face when she heard that- The glint in her eyes. The outstretched grin as she stared down at me. "Perfect," she had said. "You really are the perfect one." "Perfect," I murmured under my breath, dodging the bullet that whizzed past me as a wicked