The Trash Son In Law Novels & Stories

He looks like he’s ready to tear someone apart. “You think this is a joke?” she spits, frustration boiling over. “I know you’re back. You’re just playing with me, messing with my head. What did I expect? You’re the kind of man who could abandon his own son for another woman. The kind of man who could bring the woman who killed his son to his birthday party. No matter how hard you try to act like the perfect husband, you’ll turn into—” “Stop!” Travis’s chest tightens, his breathing ragged. Her accusations slice through him, reopening wounds he thought he’d buried. He feels like he’s losing her again, and something inside him snaps. Tears spill down his cheeks, unbidden and unstoppable.

Aaron threw the order to the floor “My lawyers are going to embargo this shit and you and that fucking old man can’t even get within 10 kilometers of our family home.” “That's right, Aaron, make a fuss. So the judge will have even more evidence of the kind of son you are, trying to stop your father and his new wife from enjoying money that, by law, will only be yours when he dies.” Hazel teased “Maybe everyone will finally realize that even my son, who is just a kid, is more fit to become the CEO of the bank than you...”

Law snickered. “There is no comparison between them,” Tabitha said. “See, I knew you had eyes. He will pick you up at seven.” Mrs. Law stated. “You misunderstand. There is no comparison because my husband is a billion times more than your trash of a son.” Tabitha explained. “Bitch, who could be more than the Law family of the Capital? You should be honored that my son wants you to be his woman.” “What of the Elon family of the Capital? And I believe it’s shameful to ask for my wife to accompany this little shit.” Blake asked when he entered the room.

His father said to the other man, “My son doesn’t deserve something like this all to himself. Wouldn’t you agree?” “I do agree with that. Your son should know better to think you could marry something like this and change it. She is so obviously a good whore. Probably one of the best if she caught your son’s eyes.” The other man said. He looked at Scarlett and licked his lips. “Then you should have a taste of her, don’t you think? I am sure my son won’t mind.” Her father in law stated as she glared at him. “I do believe that he would mind, but I mind more,” Scarlett stated as she looked at the disgusting pair.

Irked by Mark's comment, Kasen rises from his seat, but with his hands chained to the table, he's forced to sit down once again. "You're trash, Mark. Complete and utter trash." Mark just chuckles as he gets up and walks away. Just when he's about to leave Mark stops, turns around and smirks. His fingers, rub his chin as he nods in agreement. "Yes, in fact, I like being trash, and as trash, I would love to update you that your ex who claims to have your son is on her way to grant him a title at your place. Your wife is going to pass through a lot from now on," he laughs, eyes and mouth wide open like a madman.

Like father like son. Lawrence D Simon, son of Simon D Kenzy. Everyone knows him as Larry, The Night hunter. He loves to hunt but only at night. He hunts everything. From drugs to ladies and even human organs. Lawrence doesn't involve with his father's busniess nor does he plans to, he simply wanted to just enjoy life. Marcus and Lawrence are of the same age but they just don't get along. No body knows why even though they go way back together.

Seeing me kneeling outside the company entrance, my clothes torn and disheveled, he didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and praised, "Not bad, Ethan. You're already clearing the way for yourself before even becoming part of the Judd family! Once you marry Ms. Judd, I'll finally get to share in the glory, too!" I glared at this father-and-son pair, a cold smile twitching at the corner of my lips. Summoning every ounce of strength, I managed to pipe up, "In your dreams! After everything you've done to me today, don't even think about having anything to do with the Judds!"

Felix scratched the part of his neck that was not itchy and then the man cleared his throat before saying softly, "That ... I don't want to make my son ashamed of me." Claire raised one eyebrow in surprise, "Sean? What do you mean you don't want to embarrass Sean?" Felix nodded slowly, "Yes, Claire. I can't imagine my son knowing that his father is a jerk. I'm so afraid that my son will look at me badly and that he won't be able to take anything good from me." The man even lowered his head and looked like a child who had just been caught doing something wrong. It was the first time Felix had ever seen such a guilty expression from Felix Homann.

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"

The other neighbors said that the father was respectable and seemed rich. His son was smart and adorable. After moving to Jorath Elementary, he got first place on the entrance exam. “The father and son are here in Jorath to find someone.” “Find someone? Is it the child’s mom?” “Yes. The father looks really sad. He must have lost someone important.” “Maybe they moved to our street because the child’s mom is near here?” … “Ms. Johnston, you’re home,” Charles said with a big smile as he placed a cake on my table.