The Son Novels & Stories

she replies, her voice choked with restrained emotion. Her confession leaves me dazed. A son... I'm a father. The idea seems so distant and surreal as if belonging to an alternate reality. "A son...?" I whisper, my mind struggling to process this unexpected revelation. Karen confirms once again, and I feel like the ground has been ripped out from under my feet. I have a son, a son I never knew existed. Completely bewildered, I pace the room back and forth before approaching Karen. Her eyes meet mine, reflecting the same bewilderment I feel.

The baby was here. Stefan’s face softened as he looked at me, a rare, genuine smile on his lips. “It’s a boy, Shania,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “We have a son.” Tears welled in my eyes as the baby was placed in my arms, tiny and perfect, his cries slowly calming as I rocked him gently. I could feel Stefan’s presence beside me, his hand on mine, his warmth radiating as he looked down at our son.

I was shaking, sobbing with pleasure, “Goddamn, listen to you—screaming for Daddy’s cum like the campus slut you are. My son’s texting you right now and you’re creaming all over his father’s cock—fuck, I’m right there—gonna breed this tight pussy—gonna knock you up on my desk—take it, baby—TAKE DADDY’S LOAD!” He slammed in to me last time and exploded. “Fuuuuck—I’m cumming—Daddy’s cumming so hard inside you—feel that, princess?

Now, he finally wanted to be here with his son, but he couldn't find him anywhere. Bruce sagged to the ground on the side of the path, burying his face in his hands. He was just now realizing that some wounds don't just fade away. They're recorded, one by one, tallied up like a debt. Waiting for the day it all comes due, with interest. As evening fell, he saw a mother and son by a restaurant. The mother wore a white shirt; the pup had a blue backpack. They looked just like Avril and Leo from behind.

"Tony's features look a lot like Ms. Lloyd's, don't they?" "Someone's got a guilty conscience and won't speak up. Isn't the truth obvious?" I clapped my hands. Security guards entered the classroom and escorted Victor and Samantha to the side. I slowly walked up with Tony in my arms. "Tony, tell them who your mother is." My son blinked his big eyes and said, "My mom's name is Eloise." "Are Daddy and Mommy divorced?" "No." "And what did Mommy teach you to call people who behave like Ms. Yates?"

The moment his eyes met mine he growled, I wasn’t sure if he knew about his son having two mates or not but looked like I was about to get my answer. “So, it’s true… my son likes men” his voice was full of disgust his eyes leaving my own. “It is, he is also fated to Athena. He isn’t gay he’s bisexual he always has been” “Don’t you dare tell me about my son. You made him the way he is. YOU” he was clearly in denial about his son that or he didn’t pay enough attention to notice. Axel shaped his brows; his hands were immaculate not a callus on them. Little details along with countless others that would have summed him up had he cared to notice.

Not only did the little boy look like Tresh, he sounded like him too. Tresh chuckled, picking Trent up and putting him over his shoulders. “I have introduced Sean to you before. Unfortunately, his majesty decided to take a nap before the concert. This is our son, my firstborn, Trent Taylor aka little TT,” Tresh introduced his son proudly. “Yes, your mother here ran off carrying my child,” he added preemptively.

The Cullinan tore down the road. After the hospital bandaged me up, I took him to the children's ward. I stood outside the glass, pointed in at a small boy playing with toys. "That's my son. Damian." Damian looked like me. But he had Lorenzo's softness. Lorenzo's stubbornness. He was my last ray of light in this world. And he was dying. Almost seven years old, and so small it broke my heart. Lorenzo stared at him. The light in his eyes went out inch by inch.

Kandace says, and eery silence fills the office. "What are you talking about," Father finally asks and Kandace sighs. "Well, my son is strong and capable. If you feel as if yours is weak then my son could take on the responsibility of Alpha," Kandace says and Father growls. "Alpha Thurman has a son," Father states, and Luna Kandace buffs.

Not after everything. She blocks the door. "You need to know your son." Son. The word hits like silver bullet. "I don't have a son." "Yes you do. His name is Finn. He's one year old. Born wolf. Pureblood. Your genetic heir whether you acknowledge him or not." I look at the baby. Really look. He's got my face. My bone structure. My wolfish features already showing despite his age. Undeniably mine. Undeniably real. Undeniably inconvenient.