The Perfect Son Book Novels & Stories

"In the end, you showed me that you really are your father's son. You look so much like him. My son Aiden is dead, just like his father, he has died in my heart!" "Hate me to your heart's content, Mom! I'm ready if I have to be abandoned, if I have to be hated by you. I just want you to know, your son is not perfect. He made mistakes like everyone else did. He couldn't always be a good and obedient boy. Your son he has fallen in love and will continue to love the same woman until the end of his life. I'm sorry for disappointing you, sorry that I couldn't be what you wanted. But Mom, I don't regret my decision at all. Cindy deserves love from a man who really love him and that man is not me."

“Your father. What’s the deal with him. It seems like you’re the favored one because of him.” “My father, Axel, was an exceptional soldier, he came to the army when he was just eighteen and stayed in for as long as he could. He climbed in the ranks and also in the respect of others. He was a natural. And so everyone admired him. After he had me, he expected me to do the same and so even when I was a child I was training to be like him and when I was ready he sent me off to the army. But recently he got into an accident that injured him and now he’s unable to help out. And so he stays home, being taken care of by my mother.” “So he’s about the same age as the General, which is why you're the

“We deserve peace.” “You’ll have it,” I vow. “From now on, you’ll have nothing but peace, sweetness, and a family that adores you.” Her fingers slide weakly across my chest as she whispers, “Our family.” I nod, leaning in to press a soft kiss on her lips. Outside the window, the sun spills gold across the ward, lighting up the incubator where our son kicks his blanket away again, stubborn and fierce, just like his parents. And as Neriah breathes a contended against my chest, I know this is it. This is our hard-earned, well-deserved happy ending, Perfect in every broken, beautiful way.

He turned to the son. He bowed his head. "Commander," Kaelen said. "Awaiting orders." I scrambled back, hitting the railing. "What did you do to him?" I screamed at my son. The son stood up. He looked at his father—his creation. "I removed the weakness," the son said. "I removed the humanity." He smiled. It was a cold, beautiful smile. "He won't hurt now, Mother. He won't feel pain. He is perfect." The son walked to the sealed blast doors.

"I'm not about to talk to you about my sexual life, you know why? because you never gave a fuck. I've spent my entire life trying to please you, kindergarten, best in class, highschool; valedictorian, University; first class honour, PhD; same thing. You even picked out my wife, my life partner and you chose someone you knew I could t tolerate, but did you care? no all you wanted was that I be the perfect son for your imperfections, that's all you cared about honestly" "Well aren't you happy with the life you got? you can walk into any room today and your name will be mentioned with honor, why would I want to have a son who is less of perfection ". "That's not the problem, you didn't care if

My goodness, they were specimens that shouldn't exist, but compared to my father, they were juniors. Aside from my father's looks and body, his personality was gold. He was sweet, kind, caring, and every woman's dream. He was a fairytale prince, a novel husband, a Romeo that survived in the ending or even better. He was one of the low percentage of perfect men out there and Mum bagged him good. I know she took pride in flaunting her perfect marriage in my face. And she swore to kill any of her sons who acted like scumbags. I'm still wondering why she hasn't killed Rhion yet. "Too bad," she mocked, smirking triumphantly. "What about that Rion guy?"

He felt helpless, his hands and feet trembling as a heavy vibration seemed to fill the surroundings. "Who was that? Who was that person?" Dylan asked, his voice deep, sharp, and serious. "I was the only one in the taxi," Josh replied, making excuses even though he knew those excuses might cost him dearly. "Do not play jokes with me, Josh," Dylan snapped, his voice booming as he turned toward him. Josh looked up at his father, a man who demanded perfection in every aspect of life. "I have given you everything, and yet you still bring home imperfection," Dylan continued. "Just because your grades are straight A’s does not mean you can hang out with imperfect people".

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"

CHAPTER 3 What Rough Beast Father found him on the way back from Kathy’s house. A town car, freshly minted and fully loaded, pulled up to Jon on an empty street. It sparkled under the streetlights and the yellow eyes of its driver sparkled along with it. Jon’s father stepped out. Well-muscled and trim, he was always perfectly dressed with neat crisp lines. He never seemed to sweat or get dirty. He always knew what to say and how to act, to get what he wanted. Perfection clung naturally to him. From that perfection came a confidence Jon could never hope for.

"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.