Newt Scamander Grandson Novels & Stories

the nonchalance dripped from his voice as he mentioned them. He was pouring himself a drink again. That was the fourth glass now. Maybe his Werewolf genes went to his alcohol intake? Well what do you know? “My Grandfather had another boy whom he looked after. We weren't related. He was dark skinned, had this… long dreads for hair, very brilliant kid- what's his name again,” he drummed his fingers on his chin where he was seated on his desk. Jamal? “Jamal, I think,” he confirmed her thoughts. “I wonder if he's dead now.”

Emilio noticed it too. Then, gramps continued his speech expressing how lucky and impressed he was with dad's performance when he was still alive. Everyone agreed to gramps' statements as they nodded in unison. "...Now, it's time for me to appoint someone deserving to the said position. As the founder of this family for fifty years, I hereby declare my granddaughter, Malia Anderson, to be the next president." "Pardon me?" Uncle Robin and I breathed back in unison. "Dad, are you kidding me? Why would you entrust the position next to you to someone useless and immature? Have you had no shame?" Uncle Robin insisted as I expected. However, what surprised me the most is that he let out those hars

"You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice." Xander said thoughtfully, "Alright." Abigail then picked herself up and said, "You can continue to tell me why you're called Nathan." Abigail's change in mood was too fast. Any regular person would not be able to keep up with her tempo. After Xander started the car again, he continued, "Grandfather passed away, and Grandma fell ill. Their son, Nova Zane, was nominated by the board of directors to take over Zane Corporation. That man isn't very skilled, but his ego is enormous. He thought he had the ability to replace Grandma and assumed he could manage the company properly.

She runs to me and welcomed me with a warm, tight hug. " YOU'RE AWAKE!! " She whispers to me while she's still hugging me tightly. " Rhy, come here! " The boy comes to her. " This is your Granpa Nathan! " " Granpa? " I asked while the boy is waving at me. " Yes, Kuya Nathan! He is Rhys. He's my grandson. " Xandra's grandson? " He is the son of our only daughter. " My face is asking. Who is the father? While I'm asking myself and wondering. A mature familiar guy suddenly entered the house.

He was a billionaire just like myself but not as rich as my daughter. "Actually it's for my grandson son Xavier." I said back to him. Xavier shyly stood behind my leg hiding but came out when he saw Mr Noah Williams smiling and waving at him. "Hello sir." I looked at my handsome grandson and smile then looked back at Noah to see he was still looking at my grandson weridly. I looked at both of their appreance,both of them had brown hair and green eyes but what really stood out was both if them were unconsciously bitting their lips at the same time.

Narcissa Hemingway said, and she immediately grabbed her son's arm. “This is my eldest son, Skandar Alexander Hemingway. And dear, this is Mr. Noah Davis and his wife, and this lovely girl is Charisa Zwetta Davis, your future wife, son." Replied his daddy. Skandar almost shed tears, his worst nightmare seemed to be turning into logic. The Hemingway man looked horrified when he saw a teenager, so young. She had been asked by his mommy in order to be closer towards him. Skandar gave his grandmother and mommy a warning look, but the two Hemingway women seemed not to find Skandar's warning.

Jasmine pointed to the poster beside her and said, "Schubert Herbary is my grandfather's business. As his most beloved granddaughter, how could it not be considered my own?" The other person was overjoyed and said, "Oh, I see! So that means you can speak directly with the event organizers. "Look, as long as you can get me a batch of Restoration Pills but the price is negotiable, the reward will be generous!"

Tomas only thought of the benefits he could gain if he knew the identity of the new heir. “I’m sorry to disappoint you. No official announcement will be made anytime soon. The young master taking the position wants to remain anonymous until he can take over the position completely, I really shouldn’t have said this much, but I know how close Mr. Soros is to the old master.” “Douglas, you have to find out who the new heir is and get close to him,” Tomas whispered while he walked away from Mr. Jenkins so he couldn’t hear his talk with his son. “Dad, it could only be Jake Elon. He’s the second grandson in the family,” Douglas replied in a whisper.

A bright, laughing little boy came running toward them. “Uncle Chase!” “Hey, Champ!” Chase greeted, scooping Josh up into his arms. “Whoa, what happened to you? Your pant cuffs are filthy.” Josh giggled. “I caught Nyu.” “Nyu?” Chase frowned. “Who’s Nyu?” “GrandDad’s turtle.” Chase instantly glanced toward the middle-aged man who was now looking away, deliberately avoiding his son’s gaze. “Dad? What did you bring into this house now?”

He polished them with the pocket square from his breast pocket, which was the kind of delay that only lawyers and surgeons permitted themselves before delivering irreversible news. "To my grandson, Anaan Olatunji Cole," he read, "I leave the whole of my controlling interest in Cole Holdings Limited, the principal residence at Ikoyi, and all associated assets therein — contingent upon the fulfillment of one condition, to be satisfied within six calendar months of the date of this reading." The room shifted. Not physically — no one moved. But something atmospheric changed, the way pressure changes before a storm arrives over still water.