Nba Youngboy Father Novels & Stories

"Yes, I did. How I run the company is up to me." My father placed his drink on the table beside him, "Wyatt, son, I love you. But this has to stop. You are well past a ripe age and you need to stop this nonsense of running after young women just because you can." I couldn't say I was surprised by this. My father was the complete opposite of me. The infamous Grayson Grimes, in his prime he had been a ruthless businessman, but always a devoted and caring family man. He had wed my mother when he was only twenty-two, and she was twenty-one. They really had the storybook romance.

The dad is not Ronan. "Juicy. Keep me posted."

Yohan said and nodded. Thinking of something, Yohan pouted and continued with an unhappy look, “Yvonne and I are the children of our previous dad. But that dad doesn’t want us and is with another woman now. I like our new dad better because he is very good to Mom, Yvonne, and me.” “Don’t be upset, Yohan. Everything happens for the best. It’s happy to live with your new dad, isn’t it?” Ron comforted him. “Yes!” Yohan nodded and became happy again. “Uncle Ron, do you know my previous dad?”

At just 17 years old, Marlon was a Youtuber with close to 26 million subscribers, but that's not why his name was mentioned so much in the news in recent months. He's the son of an A-List actor Joshua Reynolds and ex-supermodel Belinda Mayhew. Marlon started his own acting career when he was 11 years old following his father's footsteps, he started modeling when he was 15 following his mother's footsteps hence the 26 million subscribers on his Youtube channel with various content starting from his daily activities to his celebrity lifestyle to pranks and dangerous stunts he does with his older brother Eli and a group of his entourage. Those who still have no idea who he was, finally recogniz

"Congratulations." "How is that a scam?" Emma folded her arms and leaned against the bathroom door. "Lia." "Hmm?" "Let's use the little common sense God gave us." Lia narrowed her eyes immediately. "I already don't like where this conversation is going." Emma raised a finger. "The sole heir of the De Luca family." A second finger joined the first. "The son of the infamous Il Re Nero (The Dark King)." A third finger followed. "The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world."

“Yes.” “About the transplant?” “Yes.” “And the donor search?” “Yes.” His eyes narrow slightly. “But that’s not the only thing on your mind.” I hesitate. For a long moment I listen to Maya’s steady breathing before finally speaking. “Dominic…” I say quietly. Adrian doesn't look surprised. “He’s her father.” “Yes.” “And genetically he could be the best chance she has for a match.” Adrian exhales slowly before nodding. “That’s true.” The words feel heavy in my mouth.

Kelly's backfired at her, I could tell he was pissed at this point, “Thought you said nothing good will ever come out of playing basketball, now guess who's an international star, it's me Kelly Raymond, the same basketball you forbid my father from playing and he ended up dying all because of your heartlessness, guess who's a champion now, it's me Kelly, I'm my father's son and I finally brought my father's legacy to life, I lived his dreams and I've accomplished it, and I'm not stopping anytime soon. You can go ahead and control your new family, don't even think of controlling my life cause I'll never give you the opportunity to do so”

"What is that supposed to mean?" The boy stood up. He was tall, nearly six feet, with the lanky grace of a basketball player. He handed the paper to Nathan. It was a copy of a birth certificate. The father’s name was blank, but the "Donor ID" listed at the bottom matched the sequence Nathan had seen in Adrian’s private medical files a hundred times. "My name is Leo," the boy said. His voice was transitioning, a mix of childhood softness and a man’s rasp. "And I don't want his money. I don't want his name. I just want to know if I'm going to go blind."

With a level voice, Leon asked, "Where did you find that?" "It doesn't matter where I found it. This kid, you know him, right?" I questioned, and he nodded. "Who is he? And don't lie." "I hadn't seen that boy in a long time until a few weeks ago when he took Nico with him. He apparently needed information. But he was sticking out like a sore thumb," Leon answered as he sat back. "With his fancy new blue jeans and T-shirt." "What kind of information?" If he was looking for information, maybe he already knew Jasper was his father? But that would be around the time he had asked me to hold down the fort at the company.

"If you can do the job, do it! If not, get lost!" The young man whistled mockingly, drawing laughter from the others. Frederick's expression shifted slightly as he walked up to the young man, scrutinizing him. "What's your name?" "Team Seven member, Samuel York. My father is Stanley York, the former Vice Chairman of Prospera Corporation's board. Xavier York, the current chairman, is his brother. Even Jennifer has to call me 'Uncle' because of my status!"