The Son Novels & Stories

Why did they have to make it so ugly and cause harm that would last a lifetime to the child? When Sonny was taken by the Browns, Serenity was on the verge of breaking down. From birth, Sonny had been cared for by Serenity and Liberty, while Hank, the father, had only occasionally played with the child. Sonny’s grandparents favored Chelsea’s sons more than Sonny, despite him being also their grandson.

"She doesn't want you here and neither do I. I don't remember calling you either so you might as well leave." "Check your phone." he said as he pressed something on his phone and immediately my phone chimed. "Am not in the mood for one of your games Salvatore." "Just check your phone Salvatore." he said with his usual smug smile. I sat down next to him as I fished out for my phone. It was a video of a small boy with blue eyes and dark hair that was a little over his eyes. "That is your son Jordan, your own blood. He has been asking about his father, Selena can tell you that much. Don't you want to see him, to get to know him?

I shift a bit uncomfortably but say nothing, and we just move towards the office. "Excuse my children, they are still too young to understand certain things." We take a seat, and I offer him something to drink. "No need to worry, ma'am. It doesn't bother me that they call me grandpa since it's something I will never be able to experience. I only had one son, and that was Renzo." He smiles a little, but it's such a sad smile that it would break anyone's heart. We remain silent for a moment until we are interrupted by the arrival of some coffee.

"I've got nothing left. The restaurant's gone, and I'm a hundred grand in debt from that hotel lease. You still want to call me 'mom'?" He hesitated for a split second. "Money or no money, you're still my mom! I'll find a job soon, and I'll help pay it all off!" I pushed the door open wider. "Fine. Come in." If he was really sincere, I'd see soon enough. Or maybe he had another angle—only one way to find out. Back at the old house, Henry played the role of devoted son perfectly. He handled every chore, cooked, and left at dawn each day to "look for work." Honestly, he seemed like a different person.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

"Easy, father." The man said, easing his father away. I took a good look at them both. Seth was by no means ugly, though his personality was trifling. He and his son were the same height, standing around 6'4. Seth was a bit leaner than his son. He had fluffy black hair that was gelled back in a stylish way. Strong jaw, sharp nose, and brown eyes hidden beneath thick brows. He definitely seemed a bit more old fashioned, whereas his son truly embraced today's vibe. His hair is a dark chestnut color that falls elegantly down and around his shoulders, resting against his pecks. His features were just as sharp as his father's, though his eyes were hazel and not brown. He was definitely his daddy'

it said smiling. "What?!!" THIRD PERSON POV:) "What?!! Seriously? Me? CEO of Uphone? What the heck!" Jayson Clive Sy, the youngest son of Cedric Sy, the heir of the UPhone Company, just exclaimed. "Indeed. We will be back in the Philippines tomorrow." Diego, his guardian, continues to teach.

it said smiling. "What?!!" THIRD PERSON POV:) "What?!! Seriously? Me? CEO of Uphone? What the heck!" Jayson Clive Sy, the youngest son of Cedric Sy, the heir of the UPhone Company, just exclaimed. "Indeed. We will be back in the Philippines tomorrow." Diego, his guardian, continues to teach.

he explained. "Please, do us a favor and go away," he pleaded. A tear slipped down my cheek as I established a mind link with Apollo, relaying the situation—our son's unique ability, omitting the news of his father's death. "That son of a bitch. I swear, I'll kill him once I'm out of here. But please, you need to find our son before it's too late," Apollo's angry voice echoed in my mind. He paused feeding Seth, his gaze shifting to his weak form.

- What are you going to do during this vacation? - Help mom take care of my brothers and sisters and do other chores! Anyway, it's my duty as a child to do the housework so... - You are right my daughter. You are really respectful and I like that! You look like a woman but you are still a 16 year old girl! - Haha thanks mom! And soon I will be 17! - Haha Okay! Your father and I have decided to open a small business for you that can bring in some extra money. You're taking the probationary exam next year and we'll have to pay the application fees...