Seventh Son Novel Novels & Stories

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

Ever since Rosalind showed up as a teacher at school, I knew that Joshua was a goner and that my family was doomed. Rosalind and Kenneth could always capture Joshua's heart without lifting a finger. Their every move tugged at Joshua's heartstrings and influenced his mood greatly. Benji and I were just a huge eyesore to him. He had always wanted to kick us to the curb for a very long time. My demeanor was so calm that Joshua finally registered the second half of Raphael's sentence once he was done venting his anger. "What did you say just now? My son died three days ago?"

"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

The kind of man who ran toward problems instead of away from them. David continued. "He discovered something inside your father's organization." My chest tightened. "At first, we thought it was financial corruption. Smuggling. Political bribery." He shook his head. "We were wrong." The room seemed to grow smaller. The tension became almost unbearable. Because I already knew where this was going. The Seventh Family. Everything always came back to them. "They weren't building a criminal organization." David's expression darkened. "They were building something much bigger." A chill crawled up my spine.

But the way she holds me, the way her lean fingers graze my knuckles, something peculiar happens. I relax. “I was seven months pregnant when your father discovered that it was not the son on the way. He tried to stifle his disappointment though I knew something was not right. We were married for five years by then. I understood him better than I understood myself. I could read him like a book. And even though the news of having daughters was not entirely unwelcome, he did desperately need a son to ensure his position in the mob circle. There was unrest among the ranks and only a promise of an heir could placate them. He knew that well, if soon he did not do anything about the growing mistrus

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"

their adventure to Dubai, they learned never to underestimate those guys as they nearly lost their lives in that beautiful but dratted city. Outside, the don removed the ice pack from his nose and looked haughtily at his guests. He was proud of how his grandson; no, his actual son got the courage to finally stand up to him. His wife’s son doesn’t even have half of the courage Alonzo has. Letting his gaze wander to Alonzo’s side, he sized up the younger man who actually resembled him more than Alonzo does except his gray eyes. Based on the intelligence his contacts had gathered, the woman who bore him has gray eyes. (The don failed to remember that Alonzo’s mother had gray eyes too). Fortuna

A young boy. Seven years old. Black hair. Golden eyes. He looked exactly like Cassian. My breath caught. My son. He stared at me. For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then he smiled. Not a happy smile. A wounded one. So... You finally remembered me. I stepped forward. My son... He raised his hand. Don't call me that. Tears filled my eyes. Please. You don't get to call me your son now. Cassian stepped forward.

“Cassie should be the one inheriting that empire, not me or my brother— and definitely not those bastards you parade as sons.” The old man’s face shifted. Coldness swept across it like a shadow blotting out light. He looked away—not from pain, but from indifference. “I have no daughters. Only sons. Let’s not rewrite history to comfort your guilt.” The words landed like a slap. Liam’s face hardened, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He shot up, slamming the arm of the couch with his hand. He hated it when the old man spoke as if his sister had never existed.

The market value of the Lawson Group increased several times. I loved him, and my father supported him. His career was flourishing, even more successful than when he first started. In contrast, Sienna was not faring well. Her husband cheated on her, and she lived in constant pain, pining away at only 25. She couldn't help but confide in Rory. Those messages and phone calls made this pair of lovebirds feel worlds apart. Fate had played a cruel joke on her. They had dated in college. She should have married him upon graduation.