Eren Yeager Older Novels & Stories

“Go!” “You’re not going to give me a pay cut, right?” asked Kayson in an exploratory manner. Sadie barked, “I’m not going to!” Kayson left with a content smile. Sadie sat on the office chair and said, “Captain Yeager, please… clean up here.” “Sure, Ms. Wolfenden…” Captain Yeager suppressed the excitement in his heart because he did not expect that such an amazing person was hiding in the company! ‘Mr. Yarde is actually such an impressive fighter!’

Earlier at the banquet, that woman was conversing happily with Eric. She was well-matched with Eric in their temperaments and family background. That woman was Cindy Yeager, the only daughter of the Yeager family, and the actual person in charge of Yeager Corporation. Cindy was a good-looking and strong career woman with high academic qualifications. Eric despised pretentious ladies and appreciated this kind of ambitious woman. That was because they all reminded him of Nicole. Eric did not want to admit it, but it was true.

Gone was the reckless, impulsive eighteen-year-old I once was. I didn’t have it in me to approach her. I could only wish her happiness, even though no one would ever replace her in my heart. Life carried on. After securing a new job as a manager, I reported for my first day at the company. To my surprise, I ran into Liam. The sight of him stirred old memories. The guilt of that day in the grove lingered, and part of me was still wary of how he might feel. However, Liam greeted me with a broad smile, his tone warm and friendly.

They shook their heads and sighed. "If you ask me, Mr. Yeager's pretty pitiful too. 20 years ago, his son was switched at birth. It wasn't easy raising his adopted son, and now that son has jumped off the rooftop. Before death, he even did so many things no one could make sense of." "Mr. Yeager has two sons—one is dead, and the other is ill. Even though he finally got a heart transplant, who knows how long he'll live?" "Stop talking. You're so loud. If Mr. Yeager hears you, you'll be in serious trouble. What if he takes his anger out on you later?"

He trailed off. "Die," I completed for him. He had his reasons for not wanting to finish the statement. (E stands for Elder). Currently, he is the oldest among us, having retired. He is now 1,017 years old. "Before we head out now. Any information about this enemy we need to know?" I asked.

Although the statement was not clear, John understood his daughter's words at once. His face grew darker. "So, is that man from Yeager Family?" "Yes, yes..." "Speak! Even if he's from that family, as long as you're not willing, I won't let you go back." Hearing this, Molly's tears suddenly rolled down as if she was at ease. Finally, she cried and nodded. "Okay! Okay..." Leaning against John's leg, Molly said while sniffling, "He said that his name is Harry Yeager, and he is my biological father's father..."

All I did was change into my clothes before leaving the hospital. When I got back to the villa, the maids were busy cooking dinner. Our butler, Jake Eaton, bowed to me. "Mrs. Ferguson, dinner's ready soon. Would you like a glass of warm milk?" I turned down his kind offer. Instead, I asked for a horse carriage. Since I had packed my luggage, I could leave immediately. However, I could not return the emblem to Evan, as it had morphed into his 17-year-old self. It didn't bother me anyway; Evan probably did not have time for such trivial matters.