Bucky's Son Arrested Novels & Stories

Luna kicked between us. "She's restless today," I said. "She knows something's happening." He touched my belly. "Don't worry, little one. Your uncle James can't hurt your mom anymore. Dad's making sure of it." --- The police found James at a bar in Brooklyn at 11 PM. Victoria, monitoring social media, showed us the video someone posted. James, drunk, being led out in handcuffs. Yelling. Struggling. "This is illegal! I'm Alexander Sterling's son! You can't arrest me!"

Blake asked in disbelief. “Well, I know you are my son which makes you naturally stubborn, that’s why I have decided to put you on house arrest starting today.” Braxton threatened. “HOUSE ARREST? You must be kidding.” Blake scoffed in disbelief as he angrily stood up and dashed out of the office only to return a minute later after being stopped by the guards. “Dad, what the f*ck is going? Are you really putting those losers up to this?” He wondered in disbelief.

The heartless businessman asked, squinting his eyes towards the name card, identifying the ranking official. “How much what? Do you think this is about money? Ha! I’m afraid it isn’t as simple as showing your face, the young man is in a lot of trouble and wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.” “I don’t care what the heck you think he did, now let me see him.” “Sure… right this way.” Frazer sneered, leading the father to his son. “What the f*** is going on here, get my boy out of there right now!” Jason Lancer roared, cursing the surrounding officers seeing the haggard state Jake was in behind the holding cell bars.

The cuffs go on, his wrist pops out of place, and he screams in pain. Ian's face lit up. "Kyle, Nick, my boys, that's what I'm talking about!" Ian extends his hand to Kyle as he approaches him. Kyle accepts his hand, twists it, and puts it behind his back. "Ian Steel, you are also under arrest." Ian struggles to get away from his son, only to help him with getting his other hand. The cuffs go over his wrists with a loud clank-click. "What is this? Some kinda joke? Well, it isn't very fucking funny! Take these damn cuffs off me, Kyle!"

Jillian Woods hadn't even finished hosting her grandson's one-month celebration before she grabbed my wrist and dragged me into a side room, her grip tight, almost desperate. "Ms. McCoy, please! You've got to help us. The Buckleys are about to fall apart." "What?" Before I could react, she reached up and yanked the glittery headband off my head. "The Buckleys' second son passed away this morning. Sigh, he was so young… He was supposed to get married next month. His body's barely gone cold. They just want you to help leave behind a child. Otherwise, the Buckley bloodline ends here."

I plead with him and he finally pulls himself from under the bed. I help him come out fully and I entangle him in a warm hug. “I love you my son...mummy and I do. Never ever doubt that okay?” “Yes daddy!” I lead him out in the living room where Frank is kneeling down still lifting his hands. I eye him in disgust and tell him how stupid he his for brainwashing this small kid. The cop commands him to stand up and he's led out, still under heavy guard...

"Take him in with the rest. Let him cool off!" The police cars pulled away, sirens wailing. The hallway finally went quiet. I took Ryan back inside. The moment the door closed, Ryan wrapped his arms around me and burst into tears. I rubbed his back, and I couldn't hold back my own tears either. In this life, I had finally protected my son.

At nineteen, Daisy Bennett thought love would save her from poverty. A scholarship student with dreams of becoming an elementary school art teacher, she falls deeply for Jace Kingston—the billionaire hockey heir who promises her a future beyond her struggles. But when forged evidence brands Daisy a fraud who cheated her way into university, everything shatters. Jace believes the lie and destroys their relationship in a single moment of betrayal. Pregnant and alone, Daisy disappears. Five years later, she has rebuilt her life as an art teacher—and the mother of a four-year-old son she raised without him. Jace is now a world-famous NHL superstar, haunted by the girl he lost and the truth he

Then suddenly, Cayden’s phone rang. He stood up, stepping away to answer it. His expression changed almost immediately. “What? When?” he said sharply. He turned his back on us, listening carefully, then muttered something under his breath before hanging up. When he came back, his face said it all. “What happened?” I asked quickly. He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s your father. They almost caught him, but he escaped again.” Mom’s face went pale. “Escaped? How could they let something like that happen?”

"Check the surveillance footage yourself! See how the three boys pressed that boy's head against the drain, then tell me whether you still think it's just an accident!" Greg glanced at Andy, who looked visibly guilty, before slowly pulling out a debit card. "So what do you want, then? Justice? Well, let me tell you something. In this world, justice favors those who have more money and a higher social status!" He took a step forward and brandished the card at me, almost poking me in the nose with it. "Do you know who my son is? His mother, Lena Webster, is the only daughter of the chairman of Webster Group!