Gokus Third Son Novels & Stories

After being kidnapped by and forced to marry the man who raided and massacred her whole pack, Denae Lark found that her misfortune didn't end there... For she was cruelly mated to his son; Zaid Dragun. In a pack ruled by an alpha who treated his wives like chattels; mere possessions, she was to only stay true to him, but she found herself risking her life to meet up with his son. The temptation was like fire burning away at Denae's skin and she easily gave in, falling in love with the boy unconditionally... Her only downfall was that despite the matebond that pulled insistently at his heart strings, this boy did not love her back...she was nothing but a convenient whore to him...as well as his father's favorite wife.

Braston thought Molly was just a call girl when she entered his office in disguise. She had no idea what to do, even though she was a virgin, she faced that mobster just to rob him and save her family from imminent death. but ended up taking much more than a ring and keeping her identity secret, she stole much more than a ring from that mobster, and he will only find out when he is with a child whose kidnapped for revenge. However, Molly will never let it go and will do everything to get her son back without even knowing that she is in a fight, not only with a mafia man, but with her son's father.

I discovered two things after being diagnosed with a brain tumor. I was first on what appeared to be a fake marriage certificate with Julian Fitzgerald. I had raised my son for six years, and he was already aware of it. In fact, he wanted his mother to be someone else. It was then that I realised my life was just a hoax. Seven years of not being in touch with my family, keeping myself solitary and making sacrifices but it was all just plain cruel. So, I did three things. The husband and son who had betrayed me, I went missing. In preparation for our seventh wedding anniversary, I called off the romantic dinner reservation made a month ago. Besides my participation in several health-related group discussions, I also left my son's kindergarten parent groups. These groups were all designed to improve the well-being of my husband and son. My second action was to contact my physician and request a stress evaluation. I requested a special prescription to prevent any complications that might arise during my international travel. The third person I contacted was my older sister, whom she had not been in touch with for seven years. My words were, "To marry in a place where I don't belong to my family is just miserable."

Eleanor worked herself to the bone—three jobs a day, even selling her mother’s only heirloom—all to pay off her boyfriend Luca’s debts. Then, on their third anniversary, she caught him shopping for rings… with her best friend. Turns out, Luca isn’t the struggling artist he pretended to be. He’s the only heir to the city’s most elusive billionaire. Heartbroken and reckless, Eleanor ends up in the arms of an older, devastatingly attractive stranger—a man whose powerful presence and faint resemblance to Luca pull her in like a dangerous dream. Only after she says yes to Luca’s proposal does she discover the truth: The stranger from that night is his father.

Please read until chapter 10, I guarantee you will like it. This story begins with A modern-world reader dies and wakes up as Kael Dreadmourne , the forgotten eldest son of the novel's primary villain, Lord Varen Dreadmourne, who was already slaughtered by the hero before the story even began. In the original novel, Kael was a background corpse , killed in Chapter 3 alongside his father's household. He has maybe two lines of dialogue before dying. He has four days before the hero's army arrives to purge the Dreadmourne bloodline. His only way out: the woman the original novel never explained , Seraphyne Voss, the Crimson Empress, the final boss the hero never actually defeated. In canon, she simply vanished. The readers never got closure. Kael knows why: she made a deal with someone. She traded her freedom for something. He's going to find out what. And offer her a better deal.

When my wife, Katherine Johnson, and her childhood sweetheart, Zack Wilson, were on an overseas vacation, they somehow went missing. All they left for me was a newborn baby born of their affair. 20 years later, I make a post about my son, Wade, passing the exam and joining the police force. Unexpectedly, Katherine and Zack return to the country and decide to sue me. At the prosecutor's stand, Zack sports a slicked-back hairstyle and can be seen wearing a smart-looking suit. The things he says, however, are very rude. "Many years ago, Katherine and I got married after she got a divorce. She then gave birth to a son for me. Harry, who was jealous of our happiness, stole Wade from us! "We've been looking for Wade over the past 20 years, and yet Harry refuses to return him to us! As Wade's biological parents, we have the right to demand him back!" Katherine glares at me angrily as well. "Harry, did you steal Wade simply because you're infertile?" The court hearing is streamed live on various platforms. The viewers are enraged, to say the least. They begin bashing me in the comment section. "To think that he actually stole someone else's kid just because he doesn't have any kids of his own!" "He's the reason that kid was separated from his actual family! What a disgusting, vile man! He must return the custody to the kid's biological parents!" But when Wade does get summoned to the court, everyone is left shell-shocked.

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.

I am someone you wouldn't pray showed up in your nightmares… I am no devil incarnate. I am the devil itself.I do not hunger for women, but just one became a reason for my starvation. I would exploit her meekness. I would make her beg to be mine.When I claim her, it won't be kind.It will be savage. Raw. She would fall on her knees, but it wouldn't be a reason to pray. When she parts her lips, not even a worship to the Moon Goddess would be heard, because those lips that bring me to sin would only call my name and worship my body.She was something forbidden. She was never meant to be mine. She is my father's new little wife. But I am ready to break the rules of the Bratva and the Nightshade Pack. I would spill my father's blood like paint on a canvas.

*She was supposed to die on her wedding day* Melissa had no other desire except making the man she loved happy, until he turned that love into a weapon to stab her back. Broken and betrayed, she vowed to rebuild everything he'd snatched from her. She promised never to be vulnerable again, But then, a cute little boy blinked at her innocently, calling her, “Mummy!” Behind him was his father; tall, charming, magnetic, with a loaded bank account that could fund her entire life. He had a single request. “Marry me.” Torn between the temptation of a worry-free life, and the determination to build her own, Melissa paused. “Blending both doesn't sound bad.” But what if underneath this temptation lie layers of mystery? What if Desmond Steele was hiding a huge secret that could turn her entire world upside down?

I gave birth to our son, the heir of the pack. And this is what I received? False accusations, betrayal, and exile. The cruelest part was being told I could never touch my own son. All because my sister came back and spun a web, accusing me of orchestrating her disappearance three years ago just to claim the Luna title. Alpha Ulysses, you humiliated me, cursed me, told me I was unfit to be a mother, and forced me out of our pack while you, my sister, and my son became a new family. And now six years later, you call for a hypnotist, not knowing that it is me standing before you. You regret what you did. You want me back. But tell me, Ulysses, where were you when I gave birth to our son? Where were you when I was cast out, heartbroken and alone? And these six years I spent surviving, growing, rebuilding, where were you through all of it?