Novel & Cerita Gerard Way Younger

Gerard said, “I crossed a line. I didn’t understand what was going on between you and your brother. I shouldn’t have assumed.” Normally, I’d still be angry, yet the anger inside me thawed. “It’s fine,” I said, my lips tightening at the edges. “Maybe I just don’t get the brother dynamic of a thing.” Gerard settled beside me, a little too close. “Mine never really liked me.” He let out a short ragged laugh. My eyes flicked to him. “You have a brother?” The Vance were a popular family in the business world, and Gerard was as popular as the name. But there was no mention of a brother.

Gerald, who cherished his only grandson--allowed all of this to happen--because Matthew inherited his stubborn genes and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. The young Lancaster did all that and is now the CEO of Lancaster Group of Companies for five years now. He had achieved all the plans he had in mind when he was younger and all that's left was to marry. Gerald couldn't barely keep his enthusiasm anymore because he was not getting any younger and if there's anything he wanted to do was to be there when the new era of Lancaster's emerge.

That makes sense. "Well, good for them, but that's enough talk about Cain and Asheron. Those names are officially banned from our conversations from now on," I say, because I'm still mad. Even more so now that I know they're not in danger of dying, "Gerard... tell us something about you." "I don't love being a distraction," he starts in the same deadpan way he speaks all the time, "I'm thirty. A male. I work for King Eugene. I don't like snails. I hate Paris. I want to go back home."

Watched through a crack in the door. Watched Gerald pull the trigger on his brother. On Mario’s wife. On their three children. One by one. Execution style. But Mario had four children. The youngest daughter was sleeping in her crib in the nursery upstairs. Just three years old. I managed to get to her while Gerald’s men were cleaning up. Grabbed her and got out through a back window. Gerald looked for her for years after that. Tore the city apart trying to find her. Until eventually he was convinced she was dead. Or lost forever. Too young to remember. Too young to ever show up and claim what was hers.

Those were the days Gerard used to enjoy life, smile and laugh, but since the tragic event in his life Kwan hadn't seen his friend smile even once. "I am going on a witch hunt." Kwan replied. "I thought you were going to save the werewolf princess." Gerard said as he settled down on the couch. "And why would you think that?" "Because you like her." "I don't like her." Kwan denied. Gerard narrowed his gaze. "You are a fool. You have a chance to be with the woman you like...., some of us never got a chance." A sad expression settled over his face and Kwan knew that his friend was recalling painful memories.

"It's not your fault, sir. We'll find another way to bring her back. Right now, we need to leave before causing more trouble." Despite William's efforts, Gerard's anger didn't wane. He paced through the empty halls, the echoes of his own footsteps mirroring the hollow ache in his heart. The mansion, once a symbol of authority, became a haunting reminder of his failures. In the aftermath of the futile attempt, Gerard retreated into himself. The cold exterior that had softened during Ivy's presence now solidified once more. The bitter taste of whiskey replaced the warmth of Ivy's laughter. Gerard drowned his sorrows in alcohol, each sip a futile attempt to wash away the pain.

"Huh. Umm...father, did you say something,' I said and looked up at my father. He started laughing and he said, 'I've been talking and you were not even listening to me. Listen to what I have to say ok.' He said and I nodded. "This is my best friend that I've been telling you about and his name is Gérard Fernando and, Gérard, my daughter Ivy.' My father introduced us and smiled. Gérard was about twenty years old, how time flies.

However, Gerard's recent lackadaisical attitude to issues I consider serious has me worried, even after all these years of staying strong. Adrien, my son, came into the world six months prior to the birth of Gerard's daughter, Rosalie. Despite the timing, I was certain she was the ideal match for Adrien. When Gerard proposed a partnership between his company and my subsidiary, Global Link Imports, I recommended uniting our families through marriage, a suggestion he readily accepted.

Philip glanced at the other party and found Gerry smiling subtly at him. “What’s your name?” Philip suddenly asked. Gerry smiled slightly and said, “My name is Gerry Clarke. I’m the youngest great-grandson of Third Elder Desmond Clarke.” “Desmond Clarke?” When Philip heard this name, he sneered and said, “Is that old turtle still alive? After so many years, he has lived long enough, so why is he jumping around now? Is he not afraid of straining his back?”

Aveline smiled slightly and asked, "Mr. Cooper, you're not from Cloudflare City, are you?" Gernard looked at her in surprise. "How did you know?" "You don't quite have the local accent," Aveline replied. Gernard nodded. "You're right. I'm from Larbor City, here on business." He studied her face for a moment, then suddenly added, "Just so you know, I’m not trying to flirt, but Miss Young, every time I see you, I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity."