Mike Tyson's Son Novels & Stories

He stood around the same height as Terri —175 centimeters, if I had to guess—and he looked utterly breakable against her alpha brother. Tyce dragged Joe along, forcing him into submission with every step. “Wait, please,” Joe’s father croaked. “Alpha, please. He’s my son.” Tyce paused, turned and looked the poor man up and down. “Your son took something that wasn’t his. From my family.” Tyce’s voice was cold and final. “He’s just a kid,” he said in a raw, desperate voice. “Whatever he took—I’ll make sure he returns it.” “What he took can’t be returned.”

She also felt responsible for the whole situation, but in her mind, nothing justified Benjamim’s disappearance for an entire day. “I met someone,” he said, looking into her eyes, wondering if he should tell Carlota. “I found out I have a son.” Carlota looked at him in shock, momentarily thinking Benjamim was joking with her sanity. He couldn’t be serious. “A son?” she smiled in disbelief. “Which clever woman is trying to pull a fast one on you this time?” “A son with Antonella,” he finally confessed. “He’s three years old, and his name is Adam.”

Right beside her, waiting while his mom finished up her work, was the small boy with dark blond hair, holding a cardboard tube like a microphone. Below the photo, a single line of text appeared on my screen: She's doing just fine without you, Kingston. Are you ready for the visit? I stared at the screen, my heart pounding heavy against my ribs.

Billy cast a quick, subtle glance at the inflatable rescue cushion already positioned below, then delivered his final grand declaration. “Mom, I know you have AIDS. If there’s a next life, I hope you’re never my mother again!” With that, he threw himself from the window. Greg had let out a few guttural howls toward the window before conveniently falling unconscious. By the time I returned, it was already too late. I had become the most hated woman on the internet. I tried to tell my side of the story online. However, the people had said: Your son would rather die than keep your secret. You’re obviously the problem.

“Trouble in paradise? Let me guess, you need advice from the lowly cousin who is not a Kensington?” I shot him a look, tugging at my already-loosened tie. Jace was my mom’s youngest sister’s son, born out of wedlock. My grandfather tried to buy off his dad, but the guy refused, insisting on being part of Jace’s life. Jace grew up with his father, and went through school funded by our family, but ditched the Kensington name as soon as he turned twenty-one. He wanted nothing to do with the power, the fame, or the money. Instead, he opened this bar and built his own life.

The moment my son, Leo, said those words, both Bruce and I froze. In the 28 days since I’d realized Bruce’s heart wasn’t with us, every time he abandoned me and Leo for Fiona, I made Leo call him "Alpha Bruce." It was a reminder, to both of us, not to waste our tears on someone who wasn’t worth it. But that’s not how Leo saw it. He was only seven, at an age where a boy hero-worships his father.

"What's this? Planning to play the domineering CEO and avenge your little wife? Didn't you always say you weren't into these dramatic moves?" Catching the teasing lilt in Mike's voice, Finn narrowed his eyes and shot him a glare, clearly annoyed. "So what if I am? Are you in or not? If not, I'll find someone else." Mike, the eldest son of a billionaire family, had only one true passion besides being a doctor: investing.

"Shut up. You're so talkative. Freeze all your nonsense accusations." And he dropped the phone and walked towards his car. Romeo was uneasy and there was a mixture of nervousness in his heart that he felt at that time. He gave his son a chance to stay in the entertainment industry, but it was still ruined. A minute later, the information officer of the hospital called him. "Hello, Are you the father of Mr. Terrence?" the other line asked. "Yes, what's wrong with my son? Is he still in critical condition?" Romeo asked back.

Yes, my bulky, sexy as fuck boyfriend has been brought to tears by my 4 year old son; "I'm definitely alright with it but know this; I'm still going to tell the boys about Luke as they grow." Axel nods with a huge understanding smile; "Of course baby, I wouldn't expect anything different; I'm not trying to replace Luke or expect you not to say anything about him." "So Trissy and I can?" Ty excitedly asks; bouncing in his spot slightly. "Yes, you can Ty," I nod with a smile.

Left with no choice, she knelt by the door in the hope of meeting Tyrell in person. It was pouring heavily that day. Although she knelt until she fainted, she didn't have the opportunity to meet him at all. Who knew the next time they would meet was at the Heaths' party? That was 11 years ago. Tyrell had long stepped down from his position. He was here to introduce his son, who became the vice mayor at a young age. His son had a bright future ahead, and Tyrell was determined to pave the path for his son.