Seventh Son: Book Novels & Stories

She explained, bring me a plate filled with a typical English breakfast—sausage, bacon, sunny side up egg, fried bread, beans, tomatoes and mushroom. “She did, Derek is super rich. He has a big business and a very big family.” I took a bite of the nicely caramelized mushrooms. “How big are we talking?” She asked, interested all of a sudden. “I thought Lucas and Caspian were the only ones; I didn't realize there were more.” “Seven sons.” “Seven?!” She leaned back, folding her arms across her chest. “I didn’t... wow! Seven boys. All around your age?”

, he implored quietly. "How do we start?" Rinzen asked eagerly. "Well first–", James stated leaning forward grin a tad evil, and as they all leaned in, "–we visit your families", he smirked sharply. They all groaned in unison, and he continued; "And then you move into the dorms, well The Seven's Dorm—affectionately dubbed—Septimus", he said and laughed at their expressions. "The seventh son?" Ray asked exasperated. *Seriously?!* ~*~ TBC...

I watched the waves roll in. "She never learned how to stand on her own," I said softly. "Without an Alpha to hide behind, she was defenseless." Perhaps that was the ending she deserved. Years later. "Mommy, look!" My three-year-old son ran toward me, pointing at a shell he'd found on the beach. He had Rhys's dark hair and my golden eyes. A strong little Alpha who would one day be a great leader. "It's beautiful." I knelt and took the shell from his hand.

I pointed at this tiny intersection point in Sector Eight that looked totally worthless. "Let Cain win the primary area. Let him drive the price up as high as he wants until he's drunk on beating Vorreth. But here's the thing. The land in Sector Seven is basically poison. There's sulfur deposits underground that'll eat through anything. They're hiding that detail from everyone." I looked up, meeting his gray eyes head on. Leaned into it.

Later that night, after Leo had gone to bed I was alone in my room, the fear that I had never wanted finally crept in, not for myself but for Leo, my son , the actual source of my happiness. I had to go through a whole lot because of my son and no one will take him away from me now, not even Ethan. I told myself that I was being paranoid but then my phone buzzed again, but this time, it wasn’t Ethan. It was a message from an unknown number. ‘You should have stayed gone.’ My breath caught and immediately another message followed. ‘Some secrets destroy everyone involved.’

“Who is the seventh?” Her father suddenly began screaming from the shattered glass chamber. “AVA!” She turned. His face was filled with terror. “Don't let them find him!” “Who?” Her father looked toward the floor. Then whispered: “The seventh bloodline.” Ava stepped closer. “Who is it?” He closed his eyes. “The one your grandmother was afraid of.” And somewhere deep beneath them— a heartbeat began. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. Then the machine displayed three words: SEVENTH SUBJECT: UNKNOWN.

My husband, Harrison Knight, was a workaholic. When stomach pain landed me in the hospital, he had his assistant send me medication. When my mother underwent surgery, he was abroad negotiating an acquisition. In seven years of marriage, he'd missed three of my birthdays and five of our anniversaries. He always said, "The company's still getting off the ground. I can't afford to slow down." I understood. Years ago, his first love, Celeste Foster, had left him because he was poor. Afterward, he'd sworn he would make something of himself. He went on business trips, had late nights, and worked himself to the bone. For seven years, Harrison had pushed himself relentlessly, going from a pen

After all the sons exit the main door with the elders of the southern sect The seventh son began to turn right and left, looking around the sons, then turned to the eighth son and said, "Come, I want to tell you something." The seventh son was the biggest opponent among all his ten sons. All he wanted was to sell the Southern Sect or sell the treasures of the Southern Sect. He wanted to go and travel around the world. What many of the free fighters mentioned, the father did not prevent anyone from going and traveling around the world, but the seventh son believed that if he went there, he would find all his brothers opposed to his decision about traveling around the world and that what he ch

I do not answer Seven because the wrong answer is already in my hand. My thumb tightens on the grip. Leo heats against my ribs, a warning without words. Seven watches the thumb. Of course she does. She has watched everything else. "If you want a cleaner mother," I say, "go find one and see what she does when you reach for her child." Seven's eyes do not change. "Deflection retained." "Put that in your file." "Already fileable."

"Shut up! I'm hungry. Give me money." "I don't have any left... the last two hundred dollars already went to your cigarettes..." Clutching her cheek, Natalie stared at the son she had spoiled for more than twenty years, disbelief written all over her face. This was the biological son she had fought so desperately to protect. This was the son who was supposed to take care of her in old age. Curled up in the corner, she finally broke down crying. Her mind filled with memories of me taking care of her. Back then, life had been good.