The Trash Son In Law Novels & Stories

LUCAS POV I didn't stop being happy whenever I thought of what happened between us. I felt a constant excitement anytime I thought about her. There was nothing that interested me at this point, I just wanted to be with her forever. The fact that my son is with her and now we are a family. "What's going on here?" I asked the trash men that came to my home and ranted. "They need extra pay for something they didn't do well?" My mom cuts in angrily.

“Brandon, how much hatred do you think there is to dismember and mince up someone’s arm?!” As Nate Thurman, Brandon’s colleague, spoke, he was holding his arm against his nose to block the smell. He pointed at the disfigured arm to show Brandon. Brandon indifferently put on his gloves and rummaged around the trash can to find the remainder of the arm. The trash can reeked of rotten flesh and blood. Flies were swarming around it.

“Don’t touch my daughter. I’m a lawyer. I can make your life a living hell.” “Don’t threaten me, attorney. You’re as dirty as me. Don’t worry, I won’t lay a hand on your daughter.” Tristan chuckled confidently, even though his fury was brewing inside him. In his head, he dreamed of cutting off his finger so that the next time we came here, my money would be ready. “But if you will not give me my money on that date, look at those two outside.” He gestured at Marco and Gio. He could clearly see them standing in his backyard. “All they need is a shower and a nice clean clothes. They can be mistaken for college boys.”

“Sonny never provoked Lucas. Lucas was the one who liked to provoke Sonny. Whenever Lucas was at your brother’s house, Lucas would steal Sonny’s toys and food.” Chelsea pouted and said, “Lucas is the youngest in my family, so it’s inevitable that he’s a little spoiled and domineering. “Dad, what does this have to do with me asking Serenity for compensation? Her in-laws trashed my house. I made a rough estimate of the damages, which cost around tens of thousands of dollars.” Mr. Brown said coldly, “They did a good job! If I were there, I wouldn’t just trash your house. I’ll also beat Matthew up! Your mother and I have taken such good care of him since he was born, but he wanted to kill my gra

she told her husband while pointing at their son's pampers. "Oh my God..." Luis sighed resignedly when found out why his wife called him, it turned out that the woman had told him to throw their son's excrement into the trash because every day there would be a janitor who took their garbage. Reya laughed softly seeing that her husband could only surrender to his orders, she could throw away the used diapers herself, but she just wanted to know if her husband was willing to help her even in small things, and it turned out that her husband was willing without arguing first. Grateful that during their married life until they had a child, her husband was willing to work together to take care of

“Quad Lawson, 25 years old. His father is named Sole Lawson, and his mother is Dilys Watson. He also has a twin brother named Tre Lawson who died four years ago in a fight. “Quad used to work at an electronics factory but was fired because he owed usury from gambling. Now he’s unemployed and has a debt worth 50 grand. “He was born and raised in Harbor City and lived with his parents in North City for a few months before going to work at the electronics factory in Harbor City. He has never been to United County.” Maxwell looked at the words on his computer and stroked his chin. This gambler seemed to have zero connection with Sonnet. He probably was not the biological father of the children,

“That piece of trash did step over the line. Mr. Griffin personally went to the Arcadian Order to invite the master, yet he doubted the master’s status as if he knew any better. He’s asking to be beaten up! It’s a pity Mr. Griffin and Evanna will end up that way now. They’d make such a good match!” “Trash will always be trash. He’s still trash after marrying into the Dennisons. He’s still trash even though Joey put him in contact with Wilson!” “Oh, he’s the good-for-nothing son-in-law of the Dennisons? No wonder. I was just thinking who this blind dude trying to pick a fight here is. I understand now. He’s a piece of trash with trashy ways. It’s normal. Mr. Griffin’s a real gentleman for sta

I happily rubbed my hands. It’s time to achieve financial freedom and to reach the pinnacle of life by collecting trash. My son told me a specific location in order to prove his claim of authenticity. I rode a bicycle for an hour and finally I reached the trash can in front of a mansion. When I lifted the trash can lid, my eyes lit up. “No wonder they’re rich. Even the trash can smell nice.” There wasn't much dirty trash inside, mostly various gift boxes. I pulled out a sack from my pocket.

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

He needed to find a way to confirm her story. He smiled as his thoughts drifted to his son. The boy must really be “Jobless” for him to leave his own company matters and accompany someone else to do business. He wished his son could just have investment ideas like Anita seemed to have, he would just make his own billions in a few years. But his son wanted to become a lawyer, he was even studying law in his last college at Birmingham before he withdrew after suspecting that he had begun to move with bad guys. He picked his phone and dialed a number as another thought flashed across his mind. He bit his lips, waiting for the call to be answered.