Mike Tyson's Son Novels & Stories

This was the longest they’d been without the other, and it ate at him. “Hey, Millie. It’s me, Ty. It’s time to wake up, brother. Mum needs a shower, and you have a nephew asking about you. That’s right, he’s already walking, and talking, demanding your video games.” Tyson smirked down at his brother. “Oh, don’t tease him.” Constance scowled at her son's attempt at horrible humour, but there was a ghost of a smile on her face as she did. “His mark is faded. It’s nearly gone from sight.” Tyson pointed out. Their mother nods in sadness.

Everyone just awes at the sweet kids. "Thank you all for inviting us to your family meal. I have a lot to learn for you all. I hope to spend time with you, Beta Lucas." Tyson says. "Well, I'm sure you can teach me a few things too!" Uncle Lucas laughs. He's always been very humble. "This is our Gamma family, Marcus and Jorden Rodriguez, and their son and future Gamma Ryan." They all bow. Ryan is five, so he understands more and stands tall and proud next to his father.

Tommy sounded annoyed there. "Isn't Father still there?" Antonio instead answered casually. "You think I'm unemployed that can You tell me to take care of your company? I also have a company that I have to take care of." "Dad, just a moment. I don't want to be there." Instead of feeling guilty, Antonio asked for a little more time. "Antonio don't mess around! Don't do bad things or disturb your ex-wife's household." Aside from this company, Tommy is worried, considering that his son still loves his ex-daughter-in-law.

Richard said, "Yes, son. I know in this modern time, we're not supposed to choose a bride for you. But Stella here is a good lady—she's a medical student and a doctor too." Mike replied, "Okay, Father." Mr. Richard said, "Yes, I hope you two can get along together." Mike sighed. "Hmph. We'll see about that, but not today, Father. I still need to leave for my home." Mr. Richard smiled at his first son. "Okay, Mike. We just thought to let you know." Mike answered, "Okay, Father. I'll visit later—maybe tomorrow or over the weekend. Goodbye, Mom, Sis, Stella."

His staff needed to be fired for not telling him that his father was around. "How long are you going to punish me, son? It's been over twenty years," Tyrone sighed in resignation. "Please, I'm not ready to deal with this right now. I have a lot of meetings to handle," Lucas told his father. "The doctors say my blood pressure is very high," Tyrone told his son. Lucas looked at his father and he opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything, there was a knock on his door. "Come in," he told the person.

Myles' POV I was on the road again. Tyler didn't tell me where Anthony was, and after a series of questioning and torture, I knew that he truly had no idea. But I did find out something more interesting. Tyler said he was Anthony's son, and he had been hiding all his life. He grew up in China, and came back here only a few years ago, but he had kept a low profile. Turns out Anthony was trying to get the company from Ethan and pass it to him.

Even though he would try to tighten his grip these two would still find any other exit from his grasp. He heard three knocks on his door and swung it open without his words. “What?!” He shrieked on the sudden interruption of his peace. It was Tyrone with his son, Zef. “What are you doing here?” From being enraged his face turns white and starts to sweat. Tyrone grinned at him. Seeing his brother's reaction towards the situation somehow pleases him. “I brought the next heir of the company.” He said as a matter of fact. “He’s fifteen. Shouldn’t you send him to school first? That's the basic need to be part of the company.” He tried to reason out.

Again. “What’s up with him?” I asked, plopping my tray down beside her. Chloe sighed and took a sip of her soda. “Tyson cut off his card.” Tyson was Tyler’s big brother, who clearly didn’t agree with how Tyler handled things, even though he always shielded him. Most times, I could understand why he was good friends with Cyril. They took the rules too seriously. “Oof,” I muttered, grabbing my fork. “That explains the dramatic laps.”

"I’ve had my penthouse redesigned. No traces of... the past. I want to spend some real time with him." I took a slow sip of water, weighing the request. "You can have him, Mae goes with him. He’s still fragile, Tyler. He needs a familiar face if he wakes up in a strange room." Tyler nodded, though a flicker of irritation crossed his brow. "Whatever it takes. I just want my son to know who I am." "And your father?" I asked, shifting the subject. "How is Byron handling his retirement?"

Zoe asked. “Let Ty and Kai retrieve the Green Rock Stone while Samantha does her work. Once, the boys have their stone, Tyson and you can give yours to them,” she answered. “Do you know how to use those stones, son ?” Tyson asked. “I think I have figured it out about their use, Dad. I am good to go,” Ty replied. Tyson was actually really proud of his son. He could have never asked for a better son. “I know you are brilliant, son. Just promise your old man that you and your mate will come back alive,” Tyson demanded.