Gerard Way Younger Novels & Stories

“Of course. And you will have him. But allow me to explain the circumstances.” Zayn sat back, arms crossed. Gerard leaned forward. “It was not an attack. It was not planned. The boy took the car without permission. He’s… troubled. Isolated. He has issues, and unfortunately, his behavior has shamed my family for years.” Zayn said nothing. “He’s my eldest,” Gerard continued. “Lucien. Born first, but too weak to be trusted with the family name. I sent him away when he was young. When Cassian was born, I focused on the son who showed potential.”

Gerrard told me "I'm Miriam, Miriam Jones if your granddaughter is still in high school then I'm way much older than her, I'm in college and I'll be 22 in just a few months" I replied Gerrard How dare this old man compare Miriam Jones to his little grandchild probably, sixteen or less been in high school, been a petite isn't just good at all, Petite Ladies would always have someone said shit about their physique, just like Gerrard talking about mine, how would he just say whatever comes out his damn mouth, I just hope he'll just shut the trap up and drive.

he says, laughing, before taking a seat. "I couldn't agree more. You look just the same. I'm so glad to see you in good health," Arya says, taking a seat across from him. Gerard isn't one to beat around the bush but admits to making some mistakes in his youth, such as rushing into marriage with Mark's mother. "Things haven't been the same here since you left," he reveals, getting straight to the point. "Specifically, Ayden wasn't the same. If it hadn't been for his son, I don't know what would have become of him."

Being able to be called the number one among the younger generation in Somerland and getting Lorraine was naturally the best result. Even if they could not become the number one among the younger generation in Somerland, as long as they were outstanding enough at this appointment, they could make people remember them, their families, or sects. That would be their goal. After all, the age span between the younger generation was still relatively large. Those under forty were also called the younger generation. In this case, comparing someone in their twenties like Miles to someone in their thirties and forties would mean the former would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

Even off duty, he carried himself like he was briefing a team. “I can’t believe this is our niece,” Gerard said, ruffling Atticus’s curls. “Seven years old and already charming the whole house.” “Nephew.” Gerard blinked. “What?” “You said niece.” “I did?” Gerard looked down at Atticus, who was now giving him a very unimpressed squint. “Damn. Sorry, kid. I’ve been around too many of Marianne’s charity luncheons. Everyone’s got a niece named Bella or something.”

Back when Christopher kicked Gerard out, he thought it was just a slap on the wrist. So he didn't sweat it. Blew through his cash and played house with Peggy for a year like nothing had changed. But then the bomb dropped—Busch Corp had officially gone to Gerard's younger brother. That's when the panic set in. Suddenly, Gerard was dragging Peggy and their kid out to block Christopher's car, begging for a second chance, desperate to crawl his way back into the family and the money.

Eric looked at Gerard coldly. There was no expression on his face. Gerard realized that he had a slip of the tongue, so he quickly said, “Umm… I heard that you got very close to Ms. Yeager. Is there no progress? Although you missed your chance with Nicole, I still hope that you can find your own happiness. Otherwise, it’ll be boring to just go home to your son. Don’t you think so?” Eric raised his eyes coldly and said in a deep voice, “Why? Are you giving up on your sister now?”

“Gerard, didn’t you say that you wanted to go over to Winifred’s company and become the first seniors’ batch? Here… Miss Winifred is right here. What did you say she was just now?” Boom! A loud sound exploded in Gerard’s head. His mind was instantly blank. The group of people who had been echoing after Gerard were dumbstruck as well. What was this situation? Did Gerard not say he had made the necessary connections? After so long, how could he not know who Winifred Zea was?

Gerard challenged, I looked up and eyed him. "How do you mean?" I asked naively. "Naive", He pointed out quickly, "I guess that explains why you are here,". Gerard looked away for the first time, He drew a long breath while closing his eyes, before he turned his attention back to me. "I rarely speak on people's issues, But It's Honestly not the best feeling to see a person Who is my younger sister's age, being toyed with." "I do not understand". I said still confused.

Moreover, know, grandchildren. Her favourite grandson, I took away his teenage years for those committed in their 30-s. But Gerald was half the way he was. I know, maybe Gerald's principle would be to get married in his 30s. But because of my ridiculous idea, it all went something like this.