Argeneau Family Tree Novels & Stories

Aaron had picked up French from Ward, and though Christian knew very little, so far, in the five days they’d been on the boat, they’d managed to fool everyone. Pretending to be from France was not that difficult. He’d visited many times, and with his coloring, he’d been asked several times by people who did not know his last name if he was French. But as the boat had passed Ireland a few days ago, he had watched from the main deck, a sense of longing washing over him. There was nothing left for him there now; everyone had passed away or moved to America. Genty’s descendants now lived in New York City, but they were the only members of his family who even knew who he was. Channing and Onora’s

After what seems like a lifetime she finally speaks "Genie, I have no idea why this note was sent to you, but you must be very careful. It's true that the Coven and I have had our suspicions about Charlotte's death and we've been quietly investigating it. I've reached out to other Covens for information but so far it's come up blank. Either they don't know anything, or they're too scared to talk to us. Whoever this person is, they obviously have more information, but the fact they haven't given it to you tells me that you need to be wary. How do we know that they aren't sending you on a wild goose chase or even worse, putting you in danger? Either way, they need to come forward and talk to u

He spared a smile and gave her a swift kiss. "Arian, tell me something." ''Mhn?'' "Since you left home with nothing, how's it you still have all these?" She was curious. Arian pushed his long hair away. The water changed direction and fell across the sides of his face down his shirtless body. He placed another strawberry in her mouth. "Inheritance from my grandfather. When da...Sir Argent...left France due to his legendary impatience, grandfather willed his share of the family's inheritance to me. It was probably to spite him or something because their relationship became more strained from then on.

Grayson then opened the folder, drew out a piece of A4 paper, and began to read it with clear articulation. “The first generation that could be tested. Male, D’Artagnan Ares. Wife, Susan Taylor.” Jay could not help but ridicule. “So corny.” Grayson was dumbfounded. “Mr. Ares, this is the name of your ancestor. “Aren’t you afraid that they’ll come to you at night for ridiculing your deceased ancestor?” “Continue.” “Second generation, Enrique Ares. Wife, Pamela Hughes.” “Third generation, Terrance Ares. Wife Elizabeth Left.”

Life is filled with secrets. You can’t learn them all at once. Dan Brown. Over the next three weeks Annie and Hugh methodically worked their way around the room, reading and photographing. At the end of each day Annie would upload each photo and put all the documents in date order. Brother Andrew had arranged for internet connection in the vault and any other equipment they needed which speeded up the process no end. They had found quite a few family trees that were all mixed up but Annie estimated that 90% of it was there and readable. Once put together they gave an almost full picture of an ancient aristocratic French family which started with Menai’s children and ended with De Payens, the

Easton questioned. "Yes, sir, they have two sisters, Genevieve and Amelie, although I can almost swear that not many people know that the late Mr. and Mrs. D'Aureville's had no more than a son which is Matthew, the Falcon we all know and love but they did have other children only after their death did Matthew bring his siblings into the picture, unlike their parents who wouldn't speak of any children who would not succeed them, Matthew wanted his siblings, Genevieve is the CEO and the owner of the hotel called Ocean View Paradise, you must have heard of it."

“To kill or save, the future cannot be delayed but history also cannot be denied” “Mom, what later happened to Amelia?” Marcus asked halfheartedly as he had begun to fall asleep after listening to his bedtime story “Amelia gave birth to three children which developed into the three major families we have in the clan now, the Fault family which your father belongs to, the Fillion family which I came from and the Fara family which your best friend Jasmine belong to.” Genevieve explained with a smile as she tucked her son into bed

The words were so soft they were meant only for me. I felt a flutter in my chest and quickly tried to create some distance. I turned my attention back to Vivienne. “In that apology, he mentioned not having kids?” I asked, gesturing to the man behind me. “If Alaric died childless, how did Lucien’s bloodline continue?” “Alaric was the last of the House of Anjou,” Vivienne explained. “When he passed without an heir, the crown fell to his sister’s child. That is why Lucien’s last name is Aurelien, not Anjou.”

CLAYTON’S POV My maternal grandfather turned towards my father in mating, resulting in the first reaction we were seeing from him as his brows furrowed. “Aragon? What are you doing here?” “What are you doing here?” King Aragon returned the question. “Aragon, General Masterson is Genevieve’s father,” my father told him. King Aragon looked thoroughly confused. “How? I thought you only had two sons.”

“Okay, I’m in. Gotta go.” An odd thought just occurred to him. Was the find in Mexico the same bowl his parents had locked up? He flipped the painting and plugged the code into the hidden safe. The bowl was still there. The money, the guns, the genealogy also. He opened it up and took another look. Once again, the size of his family surprised him. But this time he focused on the top of the chart. Most the family seemed to emerge from 13th Century family with Jerome St. Fond as its patriarch. A man who sired thirteen children. Apparently, the name had originally been de St. Fond and changed sometime in the 17th Century. Penciled in just above that, with a connecting line, was the name St. Fon