Mike Tyson's Son Novels & Stories

The Tyson family was the second-most prominent family in Clementson City after the Hansen family, and their Luhill Group was also the second-largest enterprise in the city. Michael, as the heir of Luhill Group, certainly wasn't short of wealth, power, and good looks. But his reputation wasn't great. He was a notorious playboy, known for his ruthlessness and reckless antics. He even had a six-year-old son, whose mother's identity remained a mystery to the public. Sydney grinned at her two friends, her carefree stance belying her true feelings. "I signed a betting agreement with him," she said nonchalantly.

“I have failed as a father.” “I think the fact that your 18-year-old son doesn’t know the name of a male strip club is a good thing,” Ty says. “I didn’t know what it was either,” Mark shakes his head. “You two make me feel old,” Ty shivers. “You are not old. You have an old soul,” Mark kisses his cheek. “How do you know Chip 'n Dales?” Dad asks. “I love Patrick Swayze. It’s not okay how much a I like him. I watch SNL skits on YouTube, so….” Ty blushes as he smirks. Dad is roaring with laughter.

Ansgar just laughed and then continued the introduction, "This is my third son, Neal, he replaced his grandfather as CEO at Jade of Malachy." Kelsey glanced at the man who didn't even smile at all. He just nodded politely and then said nothing. Neal Malachy was one of Weylin's grandfather's pride, Diego Malachy who owned businesses everywhere and didn't look approachable as if the man was deliberately keeping his distance from anyone. "And this is my youngest son, Keiran Malachy. Oh, you must know this son of mine best." Ansgar looked at his son with equally proud eyes as he introduced his other three sons.

Hailey was a bubbly girl with chubby cheeks and was a keen resemblance to her mother only difference was her eyes which she took after her father. Tyler on the other hand was like ab iceberg who talked only when he was talked to. He was so cold just like his father but one thing was that he really loved his twin sister. Anything that he had and his twin sister wanted, he would give it to her. They also had one best friend, Jayden Roberts, the son of Tysob and Violet who was one month older than the twins. Viet had given birth to a son a month earlier than Cindy. After Jonathan had woken up from the coma, Tyson also took over his company earlier than they had planned.

After a full minute of heaving and coughing, I took a huge gulp of water to sooth my now perched and sore throat then glared at Tiger like he had grown more heads. “You mean Jay is the son of Killian and Kessiah Scott? The richest folks in this whole Europe?” He chuckled and licked his spoon. “I wouldn’t say richest, but yes. He is the youngest child of the Scotts.” He said it with a shrug like he didn’t just drop a bomb on my head. “It was said that the youngest son of the Scotts refused to be seen by the public. Nobody actually knew him because he was always in the background. And all along I have been walking next to him.” and then one realization hit me!

I shook off the thoughts away and followed the group to wherever they were going. “What were you doing here in the first place?”, Hughes asked his older son. His arms around Tyson’s broad shoulder. They looked so happy. “We wanted to find answers to our questions.”, his older son simply said. His father hummed. “To Mona I presume?” Tyson nodded and was about to reply, but Mike cut him off. “Since Maya couldn’t answer some of the questions.” Hughes turned his head onto his younger son and smiled. He placed his arm around Mike’s shoulder. “Ah, I have not forgotten you, my boy.”

" I retorted. I heard him give a hollow laugh. One that implied boredom. He then spoke. His voice sounded grim and bleak as if he said the same words a million times and he was tired of telling them yet again."Sorry Miss, You've got the wrong person. I use condoms and there is no way I would have a son that I didn't know existed." His words hurt me. It stung to know that the sweet boy lying unconscious behind those doors had a father like Nikolas Sica. But while I would have stopped pushing, I refused to. There was nothing I wouldn't do to save Samuel.

I repeated. “Yes. But there was an incident.” The word incident felt too small. Inside the office, my son sat in a chair, shoulders stiff. He looked up when we entered. Relief flashed across his face. “Dad.” We both moved at once. Grayson knelt in front of him. “Are you hurt?” He shook his head quickly. “No.” I crouched beside him. “Tell us what happened.” My son swallowed it. “There’s this kid. Tyler. He keeps saying stuff.”

Josh says with a beer bottle in his hand. "You brought beer to my son's party?" Justin complains. "Party? It's just us here." "You guys are crazy," I grumble. "It's not just us; there's Mike and his parents, and..." "And..." Josh teases him. "I'm tired of hearing our women talk about diapers," Mike's dad appears. "Settle in our corner, brother," I say. "Jonny has a security company, Tyler. I think you'll need that when Olivia grows up," Justin says, and the other two burst into laughter.

He expected me to get married and have a child but as soon as I turned eighteen, I adopted a son. Tyler found it hard to disclose I was his father to the world, probably because I was only three years older than him or something else. “I didn't shoot Tyler,", “We captured a short video of that particular day. He was leaving your company angrily as if he had an argument with someone and who could annoy a billionaire if not a trillionaire. Who else is wealthy and powerful enough to infuriate him?”, I let out a sigh, shaking my head. "I said I didn't shoot him!".