Eugene Infamous: Second Son Novels & Stories

Eugene has his arms crossed. After hearing his son brag about his handsomeness, I shook my head lightly. It's a father and son thing. "Do you want to say something too?" I ask, trying to stop myself from laughing. He smirked and brushed his hair backward. "Wife, I don't need to brag, but I just want you to know that my vision is beyond perfect, whether I have tanned or milky white skin, and I am handsome," he said, and I was startled when the twins clapped their hands.

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

Sylvester has been the one handling most of the contracts and meetings for these two companies in just these two months. Mr Adams and Sylvester soon becomes best of friends and not only because of the business. It is because Sylvester is his son in-law. He takes Sylvester as the son he never had. Sylvester has been a wonderful son in-law to Mr and Mrs Adams. Sending gifts to his father in-law and mother in-law was something he would never miss. But, that doesn't mean that Sylvester had a change of heart, oh no. It was all part of his plot against Mr Adams to gain Mr Adams' and Mr Adams' family's trust.

It was a pity that the tiny life in me was dying with me as well. In the final moment before my consciousness disappeared, I saw Seville, the Alpha of the Silverwind pack—the man who had always seemed to fade into the background, rushing toward me. His face was filled with grief as he roared my name and ran toward me. Then, everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Father told us to choose our husbands. Father told me to get Sarah, who was still fixing her makeup. However, before I could knock, moaning sounds spilled from inside the room.

The next morning at nine, I arrived at the courthouse right on time. Isaac was already there, clutching a stack of documents. The whites of his eyes were streaked with alarming red veins. He looked at me full of guilt and pleaded, "Iris, take all of this—property, cars, savings… As long as you don't sign—" I cut him off, "I only want my rightful half." He met my resolute gaze, fell silent for a moment, then nodded blankly.

The familiar gates loomed large, dark, oppressive, the air thick with anticipation and resentment. Inside, the house smelled of polished wood and expensive incense, a quiet attempt to mask tension. Adrian’s gaze swept over the gathered family. No form of grief in their eyes. His two younger brothers: Derrick, the middle son, lanky with a crooked smile that hid arrogance. Always eager to undermine Adrian, he’d spent more time scheming than working, always assuming the firstborn would falter. Lucian, the youngest, soft-spoken but sly. He had a knack for twisting words, planting doubt in the boardroom, and making allies out of servants and distant cousins alike.

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

This was the ultimate humiliation Eugene could not bear. Driven by anger, Eugene embarked on a path with no return. Upon hearing the news of Eugene, Trent suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died. Jaycee was stimulated by the news. She went insane and fell from a building, dying instantly. Just like how I died in my previous life. Eugene was sentenced to life imprisonment for intentional homicide. …… On the day my father and I returned from abroad, we received a call from the police station. Eugene, who was in prison, wanted to see me.

Evos, Eugene's uncle, rose up angrily and looked at his face carefully, while sparks of fire were shining from his eyes as he shouted spitefully. “Everything that happened to me is because of that damned mother of yours. Your spiteful mother is the reason for what I am suffering, since you are the king, what are you doing in the land of werewolves?” In a flash, Eugene approached him, grabbed him by the neck and lifted him high, cradling his face madly

"Still, she would choose us if necessary. But we know how much she loves her dad, so we'll make sure it's never necessary. We have to get him on our side... and it'll have to be your job." "My job? No, man, I already messed up once. It's your turn," I say, raising my hands. "Eugene doesn't hate you, he just doesn't respect you," he tells me, as if that's not equally bad… if not worse, "He said he sees you as a son. That’s good for us.”