The Son Novels & Stories

"What else?" "There's something else. Something you'll want to see." A pause. "She has a son." Sasha's entire body went rigid. "A son? How old?" "Around seven or eight years old, based on school records I was able to access. He attends Bradshaw Prestigious Academy. And there's no history of a father figure in his life. No man has ever been seen with them regularly. No father listed on any documents I could find. Just her, the kid, and Ruby Chen."

My little brother got himself a girlfriend. The moment the news reached them, the whole family lit up. My sister, Serena, clapped so hard her palms cracked. "Who is she? Which lucky girl caught our handsome Tyler's eye?" Mom's face glowed like the credit was hers. "Look who raised him. It was only a matter of time before some girl noticed." Dad couldn't stop grinning. "That's my boy. Good for you, son!" The second they caught Tyler looking embarrassed, they pressed their advantage. "So it's like that, is it? Thanksgiving's almost here. Bring her home. We want to meet her." Then it was my turn, and all they managed were a couple of flat, dutiful lines. "Adrian, you're not as good-l

He was angry just hearing those bitter words of his father. Sebastian Spanos is the Head of Spanos family and has a dominating, fierce and over powering personality. His words are final words for every family member and no one dares to defy his orders. He has three sons: Icarus Spanos (Eldest son), George Spanos (Middle son), and Lucas Spanos (Youngest son) respectively.

She would laugh and cry at the same time, holding a doll made from a pillow, showing it off to anyone she saw. "This is my son, Curtis. He's amazing. He's done so many great projects, and got into a top graduate program. Now, he's successful. He's always listened to me. He's such a gentle, outstanding child. You can be jealous all you want. Only I could give birth to a son like him!" Everyone knew why she was there, so no one paid her any attention. As for my father, he never visited her once after everything happened. He lost his job over the scandal and watched his life fall apart overnight.

Esther asked, "What happened? How did he end up in a car accident?" "We were on our way to the office when a cat ran into the road. Jon was trying to protect me and ended up suffering worse injuries." The moment he heard that, William grabbed me by the collar and roared, "What did you say? How could you let Jon get hurt protecting you?" I looked at him, expressionless. "Jon is my son. Isn't it normal for a son to protect his father?" "Sean Barkley, let me make one thing clear. Jon is the only son of the Small family. If anything happens to him, I won't let you—"

"What's my son's name?" "Noah." Noah. My son's name is Noah. I sink to the floor. The sheet falls around me. I don't care. Ethan kneels beside me. Pulls me into his arms. "Noah," he repeats. "Our son's name is Noah." "He's four years old. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. He likes dinosaurs and hockey and peanut butter sandwiches." Mason kneels too. "I've watched him from a distance. He's perfect. He's healthy. He's happy."

His expression was laced with annoyance as he continued talking about how even now they haven't avenged his aunt's demise. Mr Simpson had a calm demeanor as he sat across from his son, his one hand rested on thr desk while his other held a file in his hand as he read through it. Looking over at his son from across him he replied, “This time, we'll get our revenge on the Danvers, I promise.” “Yeah, right.” Samuel said, showing his lack of faith in his father by the way he just waved him off with a dismissive gesture.

" I said. "That doesn't matter to me mother. In determined to meet him today." He replied. "Well, you know I can't stop you." I said. "Thank you mother." He said and left. I just hope he won't get into trouble. Hilton's dad POV "Go to your room and stay there!" I yelled. I can't believe the guts of this boy. He dares to talk back at me? I'll definitely show him who is the father and who is the son.

He forced himself to suggest, "Dad, didn't S-stefan help your company last time? K-why don't ... don't ... just ask him for help?" Hearing stupid suggestions from his son, Bobby became even more angry, "What the hell are you, Robert?!" Bobby snapped in a high tone. His eyeballs were rounded wide. His mouth gaped. "You don't need to bring up that rubbish! Have you forgotten, son, that Stefan is your only competition for grandpa's inheritance? Remember that!" Robert looked down and pondered, then stomped out of the living room and into his room. Not wanting to be yelled at by her father, Luchy slowly waddled into her room.

It was even tucked away in a protective sleeve, with his handwriting on the back, "Shannon, my youth." “Dan!” I rushed forward, grabbing my son from Shannon’s arms. Dan turned to look at me but quickly pouted and averted his gaze, refusing to meet my eyes. He was just like his father—silent when angry, never expressing his feelings out loud but letting his discontent simmer underneath. Was he upset because I’d been gone for too long on this trip? Softening my tone, I spoke gently, “Dan, I’m back now. Let’s go home, okay?”