Ghostface Killah Son Infinite Mother Novels & Stories

Throughout my five years of marriage with Natalia Lane, never once have I stepped through the front door of my in-laws' residence. Natalia tells me that her parents prefer quiet environments and that they prefer to be distanced from us. I believe her excuses. On the first of every month, the bank transfers three thousand dollars on time to Natalia's parents. The transaction is always labeled as "living expenses for Mom and Dad". This is my only way of caring for my in-laws. During the holidays this year, I show up outside my in-laws' residence with some holiday gifts in my arms, ready to give them a surprise. But as soon as I reach the doorway, I hear my father-in-law, Arthur Lane's gentle voice coming from within. "Come, my dear son-in-law! Let's have a nice drink together!" I remain rooted to the spot in the corridor. Suddenly, the weight of the gifts in my arms feels extremely heavy. Natalia is the only child in her family. Well then, who's the "son-in-law" that's drinking with Arthur right now?

Have you ever imagined experiencing a romance like a movie? Well, Gabriela never thought that would actually happen! When she lost the one she loved, she believed she wouldn't have the strength to want to live until she met a little angel called Yan who transformed her life into joy and had a true love for her father and son that made her want to live for them. However, not everything is rosy and she could never imagine that her life would be at risk for that! What price will you pay for giving yourself to this love?

Layla had lost everything and if she didn't act fast enough, her dad would die. Turning to her boyfriend for help, she caught him cheating on her with her best friend and realized they had only been using her all this while. Forced to have a one night stand, Layla ends up in a more devastating situation as she realizes the man she fucked to save her dad was the same man who married her mum and destroyed her family. What was Layla going to do now, especially when he is a pathway to her getting her revenge on her ex-best friend?

"I don't want to see you," Lilian says, her voice shaking with anger and hurt. "You made your choice when you chose her over me." "I know, Lilian, and I'm sorry," Lucas replied, his voice just as shaky. "But my father is sick, and I need your help. You're the only one who can save him." **** Lilian Gray thought she had turned the page on her night of love with Lucas Storm, the alpha of the pack, and her childhood best friend who had chosen another woman as her mate. Years later, Lilian has built a new life in the human world as a successful doctor and mother to Lucas' triplets he knows nothing about. She had even found love with Damien Steel. But when Lucas contacts her for help, she is abducted and forcibly brought back to the pack. Unknowingly, she has been exposed wolf bane and is unable to feel the mate bond with the alpha who fathered her children. Now Lilian must navigate a dangerous world of deception and betrayal as she searches for a way to save Lucas' father and protect his family. Will she be able to keep her heart protected, or will the passion she once felt for Lucas rekindle as she tries to survive the cutthroat world of werewolf politics?

The first day we moved into our new place, the girl next door, who lived alone, came over with red-rimmed eyes and begged my son to fix the broken water heater in her room. In my previous life, I felt sorry for her, so young and already without parents, so I sent my son over to help. That night her room caught fire. She stumbled out and sobbed to everyone who'd listen. "Her son tried to rape me, and when he couldn't, he set the fire to burn me alive and silence me!" The day the verdict came down, my son's bright future as a pilot was destroyed in an instant, and he became a murderer the whole internet spat on. In prison, my son couldn't take the torture and the bullying, and he ended his own life by throwing himself against a wall. To pay off the debts, I worked three jobs, until one night a heart attack dropped me dead on the street. She, meanwhile, played the fire survivor and launched a crowdfunding campaign, raised three hundred thousand dollars, and paid cash for an apartment downtown. Now, living this life all over again, the girl stood there with red eyes, her voice small and timid. "Ma'am, I'm scared of electricity. Could your son help me out?" I pulled my son back inside, my face blank. "There's a repair number on the wall. The service call is twenty-five dollars."

My wife, Jana Webster, uses her work at the company as an excuse to skip out on Leah Haynes, our daughter's field day. She even tells us not to participate in the activity. Having noticed how disappointed Leah looks, I decide to take her to the field day myself. As soon as we walk into the school, I spot Jana sitting on the couch located on the stage with her first love, Barton Ritter, as well as his son, Trenton Ritter. They look so close, as though they were an actual family of three. With a microphone in her hand, Jana goes on and on about how she's capable of keeping her family happy while maintaining a successful career. As she speaks, she smiles at Barton from time to time. The audience beneath the stage applauds heartily, giving Jana an ego boost. Even Trenton wears a haughty look. Soon, it's time for the Q&A session. I quickly snatch the microphone over. "Ms. Webster, since when do you have a son? Does your husband know about it?"

The moment I was born, my mother implanted a chip in my brain and began shaping me into her idea of a perfect daughter. She blocked my sense of hunger so I would only have simple meals daily to maintain the "ideal" figure. She erased my ability to feel pain so she could inject me with endless chemicals to keep my skin smooth and flawless. She tampered with my senses, deleting every trace of negative emotion from my mind, all so I could remain eternally innocent. I couldn't tell right from wrong. I didn't know sadness or anger. I only knew how to smile. When the neighbor's dog died, I smiled and was scolded harshly for being heartless. When my classmates bullied me, I smiled and became the class freak. When my grandfather passed away, I smiled again, and my relatives cursed me for being soulless. Eventually, my father couldn't take it anymore. He left us. Mom, however, didn't seem to care. "They don't understand," she told me. "Everything I've done is for your own good. One day, you'll thank me." … On my 18th birthday, she planned a grand live broadcast, ready to show the world her perfect creation. She never knew that the day before her grand broadcast, I had already lost myself completely. By then, I was no longer human. I had become a machine.

Stéphane had never desired Aleen; she was off-limits as his wife's daughter, Christine. But something about her captivated and locked him in, igniting his appetite and desire for her. Stéphane knew he should keep his distance; he shouldn't have any longing for his stepdaughter. He shouldn't want to know how she tastes or long to feel her tightness wrapped around him as he buried himself deep inside her. However, all resolve to resist was shattered when Aleen boldly made the first move, bringing Stéphane to his knees and causing him to taste the forbidden when she called him 'Daddy'.

After three years of marriage, we became the couple everyone in the city envied. I truly believed Edmund and I would be happy forever—until my sister, Avery, returned. Everything changed. My husband’s constant favoritism toward her and my son’s growing coldness left me unable to carry on. On Christmas Day, I walked into the courthouse. When the judge asked me one last time if I wanted to fight for my son’s custody, I simply shook my head. “Your Honor, I waive my right to custody, and I agree to the divorce.” Out of our seven years of marriage, two had been spent trapped in endless legal battles. I was utterly exhausted. This time, I chose to let go. I dialed a number and called my old professor, Robert, overseas. “Professor Robert, that research project you mentioned before... I’m in.”

"Here are the leftovers for you, hurry up and finish them!" Marcel glanced at the plates filled with scattered rice, chicken bones with a little meat still attached, and vegetable soup with only the soup left. "Eat on the floor, as usual." Marcel looked down and looked at his wife, Shirley. "You have the nerve to tell me to finish your brothers' leftovers?" asked Marcel in a protesting tone, as he frowned reluctantly at the plates. The oppression Marcel experienced made him want to end his life by downing his parents' formula. However, instead of dying, he was transformed into a powerful being! Will his wife's family apologize?