Legendary Youngest Son Novels & Stories

“I see your brain gears spinning fast, Rowan. What does your she-wolf know about Kieran's background? I am completely sure your inquisitive journalist mind has looked his data up on the pack network.” My fingers researched his hockey data the exact day after the dominion awards night. His name hadn't been on my career radar at all and then his mouth had been incredibly nasty to my face that night, so of course my career needed to know more about his bloodline. “His age is a single year older than your frame. He represents Darius Thornridge’s son, who comes right before your father Magnus in the birth order of the elders. He possesses two half-brothers—”

I tried to pull away, but he didn’t release me. I was sitting quietly, and he wanted to pull me off the stool? Who was he, and why approach me? Trouble-seeker, clearly. I remembered last month at the bank. Luzon was tailing him, my son insisted he was his father. The child even had a photo—I didn’t know whether Laki or Irithel gave it to him. Maybe that’s why he approached me. Curiosity. He hadn’t changed. Despite seeing him only in magazines, he became one of the world’s youngest CEOs at twenty-one. Three years have passed; he’s twenty-four now.

Even though Leo was always pointing of ridicule and sarcasm o the members of the family but he was always calm if speaking with them would sully his mouth. today was 80 the birthday of the family head of the black family. The main seat was occupied by the grandma black who was enjoying her birthday .even though she was old dignity and pressure could be felt by others from her. Beside her, the seats were arranged according to the authorities one possessed inside the family. Leo was seated at last with his wife and her mother and father. David( ava's father) one of the least favored children of the old lady. The black family had seven second-generation descendants among them ava's father was t

a deep baritone voice resounded from behind him and he was quickly towered by a masculine man with a rather cold look on his face. “Damien, what are you doing here? I thought you left after the dinner?” he asked. Damien is the world’s youngest Major General. He is also the eldest son of his Uncle, Asael Knoxx, and his wife Kirsten Knoxx. His uncle had three children with Kirsten and another daughter, Aria Pendragon, with his ex-fiance, Athalia Pendragon.

The Eldest Prince was his most favorite son and he planned to pass him the throne in the future! The loss of his son had made the New World Emperor insane. He swore to not rest until he destroyed both the Carter family and Darryl Darby!

The nerve of the bastards! Ever since then, he has had his eyes glued on the street. Now he's 30 years old and he needs to make himself an heir before he is given assets to his father's gold mine. Being the eldest son of two other boys wasn't anything easy, especially when your father is the oldest is the most powerful and richest mafia lord ever recorded. It was a tradition in his family that the first son could only be given the family's inheritance after he bear a son who would become his heir.

Sebastian said as he excused himself. "Business again?" Dante asked Fred who nodded in reply. What could it possibly be about? "So? Impressed yet?" Leo asked, wiggling his brows. "Impressed is an understatement. What exactly do they do?" "Business and same work as boss." "They are mafias too?" Dante asked in a whisper and Leo nodded. "So the young master is like a Mafia boss too?" Fred laughed. "Nope. He's the youngest son of the family. His older brothers, Gerald and Ronald, take care of the family business. Though Gerald is the next in line, being the eldest."

"Those bastards..." "They really went too far this time." "My name is Xolvion. Xolvion Valous by the way. I am the youngest son of the demon lord of the Valous kingdom, and next in line to his throne." "Unlike my brothers and sisters, I didn't inherit any magical power or crazy strong abilities. Nope. I'm the bastard son of a lowly Succubus that my father fucked a couple of times. For some reason, unknown to me, my father chose me as his next heir to the throne, a hornless bastard, good for nothing."

[...] [I feel like I can just retire now.] [How is your son this talented, for crying out loud! My son is almost ten now and all he does is chase after little girls.] [Congratulations, then. You might get a grandchild in another ten years' time.] [Is there enough time for me to have a daughter so that she can get married to your son?] [Of course. My youngest son just turned four this year.] [But I want your eldest to be my son-in-law! I truly admire him!]

- " Likewise Mr. Kestle. I conclude that these two young people are your children." - "Indeed Your Majesty, I am Brad Kestle, the Empress' eldest son. I am 21 years old and I am about to enter the first year of my Master's degree in History at Thetia Kestle University. The youngest, Alex, was unable to be present because of his activities. He is part of a band that started four months ago, and they are very busy".