Mike Tyson's Son Novels & Stories

"I am so immensely surprised... your Royal Majesty actually knows my humble name? And you even know the name of my late father... a complete nobody like me?" Michael let out a low, dry scoff, stepping away from the charcoal stove. He began walking slowly around the small workshop, his broad shoulders squared as his sharp eyes scanned the cracked wooden walls and dusty shelves. "You might be a complete nobody," Michael stated flatly, his dark gaze locking onto Tristen’s trembling frame. "But your father, Tyson, was certainly not a nobody. His tragic fall from grace was far greater than anything you will ever achieve in your lifetime."

"There are gaps in the Omega-track curriculum that I prefer to fill myself." "Gaps," he repeated. "Significant ones," I said pleasantly. Tyson's hand found mine under the table. His fingers closed around it. Cyrus looked at me for a moment longer, then at Tyson. "You seem tense," he said to his son. "I'm fine." His voice was steady. "You've been holding her hand since you sat down." He said. "She's my girlfriend." Tyson looked at his father steadily. "That's generally how it works."

Tyson who was the talk of the crowd was already far ,his facial expression was cold didn't seem to be affected by the crowd but if you look carefully you will find out that his hands were clenched hard to the point of veins popping,ever since he failed to shift on his eighteen birthday it was like this he was ridiculed, mocked everywhere he goes they called him a disappointment with such perfect genes how did he fail his first shift ,his father no longer pay attention instead his attention went to his younger brother who will be eighteen soon everyone was looking forward his younger brother's first shift. Tyson have 3 brothers and one sister ,his older brother who is twenty-two is a beta ,th

I state, then cross my arms in defiance. Something crosses over Tyson’s face and I don’t know what to make of it. But it looks like disbelief. Yeah well, wake up to the fact that your son isn’t perfect! Well … arghh, his body certainly is! “Tate is working, he’s doing what he should be. Again, he can’t afford any distractions. There are no females in his life and there won’t be at least until he finishes his mission,” he counters, leering down at me.

Not only did the little boy look like Tresh, he sounded like him too. Tresh chuckled, picking Trent up and putting him over his shoulders. “I have introduced Sean to you before. Unfortunately, his majesty decided to take a nap before the concert. This is our son, my firstborn, Trent Taylor aka little TT,” Tresh introduced his son proudly. “Yes, your mother here ran off carrying my child,” he added preemptively.

His face turns grim and cold. **** Tyrone sips some water and gives me back the glass. "Thank you." He smiles broadly and stretches his arms wide open to hug Trent. "My son, there you are! I've missed you, my boy!" Trent hugs him reluctantly. I pretend to mind my business as I start wiping the wet utensils. Tyrone leads his son to the leather couches, holding his hand and sits beside him. "So, how is life?" Tyrone is talking loudly, helping me to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Caroline got straight to the point. "Mr. Gull, this is why I'm here today." Her frankness caught Joseph off guard. "Really? Is it the boy who's good with computers? Or are both the kids skilled at it?" Caroline replied, "It's Ty. There's another boy named Axel who's been accepted into this school." Stunned, Joseph now realized that Evan had a son with Caroline. He exchanged a knowing glance with Scott but said no more.

"Well then hurry up and find one. I'm sure you'll have no problem given your amazing network of friends." "You'll never shut up about that, will you?" I grin. "No." She's referring to the fact that I won't stop talking about her friendship with Michael Yang. I looked Michael up and apparently, he's the son of a Chinese Korean tycoon based in Hong Kong. His family lives in Hong Kong, while he runs the nightclub in Seoul. According to tabloids, he's more interested in a carefree life than he is in the family business. It's expected that his elder brother, who helps their parents run the company, will be the heir.

"Yes, I am Wilbur. I don't think I know you. At least, she is innocent. Could you let her go first, and then we can talk?" Tyrel stared and said, "You're right, we don't know each other, and this time, I'm not here for you. I can release her, but you must promise me, you cannot interfere in this matter!" "Tyrel, it's really you!" At this moment, Faron said, "You're here for me, right? That guy, he's your son, isn't he?" "Yes, Mister Campbell, you guessed it right. That person who raced against you and eventually fell off the cliff was my son. My son lost his life. What do you think should be done about this?"

In a bad mood, Jade wanted to cool off first before seeing her son. She didn't want him to feel her foul mood. Hence, she went shopping to buy him clothes and toys. Meanwhile, Tyler received a call from General Max. "Do you even regard me as your cousin and friend?" Max said annoyingly. "Hey, hey, what's all this drama?" Tyler chuckled. Since he left the military, Tyler and Max conversation weren't of a superior - subordinate type. "You haven't told me that you have a son with Jade Leitner," Max sounded hurt. He and Tyler were close friends but he wasn't told that Jade gave birth to Tyler's son.