Second Sons Book Novels & Stories

My mother mused about my look and walked over her drawer, taking out more files she glanced through and put into her bag. “You gave me a scare, that's why you suddenly said you were going on a business trip.” I sat down on her bed, crossing my legs. I picked up one file that lay there and flipped the pages, but my mother took it from me. “Don’t touch these.” She placed it into her bag. “It is a confidential file.” I chuckled. “I am your son, I can go through it.” I looked at my mother who rolled her eyes at me, she was so cute when she does that.

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri

Ten years ago, on the day I was finally brought back to the Salazars, Nathaniel Salazar—the adopted son they had raised for eighteen years in my place—suddenly died from heart failure. My biological sister, Alyssa, was devastated. She said I'd killed my own brother. She withdrew from the world and devoted herself to prayer, spending her days seeking peace for Nathaniel's soul and vowing never to return to ordinary life. Overnight, my parents lost the son they loved most and the daughter they were proudest of. And somehow, all of it became my original sin. To make amends, they told me about a distant young relative suffering from severe heart disease who desperately needed a transplant.

"Don't joke about this. I need to find her and get some answers." He placed the phone onto the desk and walked off without a word. Lilith froze in place, and her face turned pale. … After settling into my new apartment, life finally felt peaceful again. The city and my social circles hadn't changed, only my workplace was different. Without the burden of constantly reading Isaac's mind, I was able to devote myself fully to my work. One quiet weekend afternoon, I opened the old laptop I had brought along to sort through some old files. It was the same computer Isaac and I had bought when we first married, which he sometimes borrowed for work.

He had known Vaelor of Velmoria for nineteen years. He had been the small dark boy in the corridor of the king's wing on the morning twenty years ago when the older brother had been brought home dead, and he had been the small dark boy who had stood at the door of the small private chamber where the second son had wept alone for his older brother for three days and three nights and would not eat and would not sleep and would not speak, and he had been the small dark boy who had finally sat down on the floor outside the door of the chamber on the third night and had not moved until the door had opened in the dim grey dawn and the second son of King Arden had walked out with red eyes and the s

He wouldn’t have to die for me at thirty. We could both live… finally free. I took a deep breath and signed “Selena” on the bond contract. I remembered the regrets from his journal: Regretting our forced bond. Not defying his parents. Failing to save Selena. One regret down. I stepped outside, holding both copies of the contract. Killian stood waiting. He reached for the papers, but I stopped him with a smile. “Tomorrow,” I said gently. “Let it be a surprise.”

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Our parents had always treasured her while neglecting me—just like now, as our mother thought about Joey's choice for just a brief moment before nodding in agreement. "Fine. I'll trust you on this, since you're always so smart, unlike your foolish sister." Sion's reaction remained hidden behind his mask. However, although he acted like he wasn't listening, he put the money on the counter and dragged my sister out of the building—just like he did with me in our last life. On the other hand, I was taken in the opposite direction by Yoran. Even as we left, the smug smile on Joey's face was stuck in my mind.

At that I turned my head back toward him and bared my fangs, my own glowing in the process. “I wouldn’t think twice about turning you into the Elders.” I growled the words to make my point when all I wanted to say was Watch me. And do it without thinking a second about turning back. “We shall see when that time arises.” He mocked and dashed off into the darkness, leaving me alone in the forest, where the cabin was mere three feet away. I couldn’t wait until I had my chance to turn him in to the Elders that way I could properly appoint my next Second in Command. My fear, however, was Gabriel, finding out about this and killing the next in line. I pressed down my paranoia and headed back to th

The gate was open, so I walked in quickly before the security could stop me. Once inside the mansion, I prayed silently that Donovan wouldn’t be around. I went straight to Aiden’s room, the one he always snuck me into when we wanted to see each other. After my father died and Donovan turned against me, no one had ever seen Aiden and me together. He always said he didn’t want to make his father angry, and I didn’t want to cause problems for him, so we always met in secret, especially at night. Most times, we didn’t talk much. We just made love until morning. As I got closer to his room, I heard faint moans. It was a woman’s voice mixed with a man’s. My knees went weak. Maybe he let one of his