Seventh Son Novel Novels & Stories

That alone has multiplied our enemies and shrunk our allies. Then there’s the darker business, the one my father built and led long before I took over. The one that unites and shatters our family. The one my mother decided to wash her hands of, pretending she didn’t know what kind of blood paid for her diamonds. My sister still lives in blissful ignorance, running her charities, thinking we’re the good guys. But there’s nothing good about The Seven. America’s deadliest mafia network. A covert alliance of billionaires and bloodlines that rule everything beneath the polished surface of politics and power. Businessmen. Generals. Media tycoons. All puppeteers of chaos wearing clean suits and exp

Enzo glared at me through the whole story because I made him the bad guy, but I made sure to make it up to him. Thomas is seven years old; he has my blue eyes but has his dad’s colour of hair. He is kind, and not possessive like his older brother and little sister. He thinks like a businessman every time. There is not a time my son is not thinking of a way to start a business at the age of seven. He gave Enzo and me this beautiful idea on how to start a mafia school. It will be a place where children who are born into the mafia won’t have to hide the identities of who they really are. It is also a school where they are taught everything a person in the mafia needs to know. From weaponry, han

"I am sorry for the marriage of seven years and for our child. I have now suffered the consequences. Turns out Emily never loved me. She just wanted to use me to get what she wanted. I was too foolish and hurt the one who loved me the most." After he finished speaking, a tear fell from the corner of his eye. Having been with him for seven years, I naturally understood his habits. Seeing him like this, I knew he truly regretted what he did. Yet, his current reflection was what I had once longed for. But now it was too late. It was all useless. He weakly pushed himself up from the ground and then took out a credit card from his pocket, handing it to me. "I was severely beaten in Heliaston, and

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?”

Enormous, deep-rooted, the kind even Westport looked up to and would never dare provoke. The very power he'd tried so many times to court and attach himself to had something to do with Ava? Before he could think it through, the man spoke again, and one sentence shattered everything he thought he knew. "Boss, from what we dug up, Miss Ava is the blood sister of Evan, the current head of the Ellison family." It went off in his skull like a blast. Dean jolted. The blood froze in him all at once and he stood rigid, pupils contracting hard, disbelief all over his face.

Competitors took several key projects, and within days, they also declared bankruptcy. Darren’s father, Victor Blackburn, suffered a heart attack from the shock and was hospitalized. From that point on, the Blackburn family never recovered its former standing. Some time later, my secretary informed me that Deanna’s execution had been scheduled for next Friday. Her final request was to see me. These days, I had been busy handling the liquidation of the Cunningham Group’s assets and advancing new business ventures for the Grahams. Occasionally, I traveled with my parents. I had already removed her from my life.

Engaging in the kind of underground operations that governments pretended not to see and competitors prayed not to notice. And to survive all of it, I created simple rules. Unbreakable even by me. No women looking for marriage. No romantics. No complications. Eleanor was all that. Which made her an anomaly. An irritation. A disruption in the clean architecture of my order. No wonder she affected me like this. I forced in a slow breath. Regardless of how I felt, Luca was still my son. Our relationship had become strained long before tonight—after the divorce—-and I was not proud to admit that but he was still my blood. And she… she was supposed to be his future.

SEVEN I stood still, trying to figure out where exactly the voice was coming from. "It's you. Ratio?" "Yes, that's me," Came the proud voice. "But you don't get to call me that, Seven. It's Uncle Darren to you." I couldn't help chuckling. "Uncle, my foot! Considering all the atrocities you have committed, you don't even deserve a name, let alone to be called uncle by me." "Ha-ha-ha!" The laugh reverberated on the walls again. "I must say I am quite surprised, nephew. You are not like your father. Unlike him, you have got a very big mouth! Luka must be turning in his grave."

George is Irish just like every one of his traits. In his blood runs the evidence that he is a smart boy, beautiful and even friendlier when it comes to beer. He's also gay. If I didn't know this in advance, seeing him so glued to Alicia as they carefully watch the scene that Emmett Mendes is riding right now, would make me think that they are a pretty nice couple or coworkers. But also Gossip. Yet the one who is doing everything wrong is the son of the High leader of the United Kingdom who has gone to look for the secretary of his father's partner to invite him for a drink.

“Then let me give you some good news. “The old, run-down property you transferred to me was bought out for redevelopment. The payout was several million dollars.” For one brief second, hope flashed across Dad’s face. Before he could say anything, I continued. “Too bad it has nothing to do with you.” I looked at him and smiled. “After all, I’m not your son.” Dad’s face went gray. As for Howard, he got into a police car. I got on a plane. In the end, we both headed toward the futures we deserved.