Seventh Son Of A Seventh Son: Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I wanna know some thing, Mrs El, does Theo have any thing to do with my family? Are we in any way related to each other?" "Years ago," she started. "there are two brothers who have always lived happily since they were kids. The first son was disabled, so he couldn't make it to the throne. They all believed a kingdom needs a strong and agile leader. The first son knew he wouldn't make it to the throne, so he willfully gave it to his younger brother. His younger brother has a friend, his name is Alfred."

“Do you still remember Jay when I told you I was about to get home?” “Yeah. And it never happens.” “And one day, when on your way to your work, you get Seven.” “That heartless person who left him in front of our gate and I was about to bump where he was. Good thing I doubted to do it, and it was the seventh day of the month,seven zero seven in the morning, that is why I gave him the name Seven.” “But the baby’s name inscribed on the clothes was Steven.” Jay sighed.”I already told you that.”

"How did you get this?" One corner of Seven's lips turned up. "You know me, Clifford. I can dig up all the information of people. Even the heroes of this country, I can find out all their secrets." Seven spoke arrogantly. I was embarrassed. My friend has a point but I also know that his tone is mixed with arrogance. "How confident are you?" Seven shrugged. He pointed to the folder so I immediately read what was there. Hanz probably didn't know what his father had. In the eyes of other people, he looks like a kind and perfect father figure and a loving husband to his partner. But there is also a secret hidden.

In the end, just like every other time, Mom and Dad locked me in the dark storage room. They didn’t give me breakfast the next morning either. The next day in gym class, the sun was glaringly bright. When I collapsed, the back of my head hit the concrete with a dull thud. I was bleeding before anyone even reacted. Mrs. Zimmer was still stammering through the lines she’d memorized. “When I gave birth to you, I planned to switch you with Howard. But I got caught. Mr. and Mrs. Moore took pity on you and still raised you as their younger son…”

Rose shushed us as Russell came jogging on stage. “Hi.” He said. “I’m Russell Hamilton and I am the older brother of author Joey Hamilton.” “Oh no.” Alice whispered. “He’s still going this bit.” “Yes, that Joey Hamilton, who wrote The Emily Shade Mysteries. The massively successful series of mystery novels, beloved by children and adults. And I am proud of Joey, she’s my best friend and the non-romantic love of my life. But she published a New York Times number one bestseller novel when she was fourteen and it makes everything I do look a little pathetic.”

Our team really needs you. She pulled out her phone and showed me everything, including her studio and her team. Immortal Ashes (IA), wholly funded by Ivy Calder. I stared at her in shock. "You actually built a team?" That name sounded oddly familiar. Was she not the daughter of the real estate tycoon behind the Calder Group? "Is your father Gordon Calder?" I asked. Ivy scratched her head shyly and smiled. "That would be my dad." "Then why would a perfectly good heiress run around building teams and pretending to be a nurse? What are you trying to do?"

He stiffened; the pendulum was swaying faster now, his mind turned into a jigsaw puzzle and the final piece fit into place. Four men. Influential giants. Two men dead; Ayodele and Yetunde. Both equally influential. Catholics. Four plus two equals six. Six, the symbolic number for the Sons. Six, the number of members allowed to be in the cult in a century. They are what are left of the Sons of Hades. And me, where do I fit in? Lex answered his own question. His floating brows dropped. I'm the fifth Son, Lex realized. “I trust you now understand what's going on,” Masked man interrupts his thoughts. “We begin immediately.”

I'd like to hear what else they have to complain about their lives," I mocked sarcastically. But none of the Dentworths could tell that I was being sarcastic. As I gazed at Mathias, who went along with every word the Dentworths said, I no longer felt any trace of sadness for him. Ever since I had been reborn, I finally realized that this son of mine was absolutely useless. Sometimes, when I looked at him, I wondered if he really was my and Thomas' son. How on earth did he turn out to become like this? It turned out that some people were naturally rotten at heart. No matter how much one tried to educate and nurture them, they wouldn't be able to change the fact that the person was already rot

"You’re pretty carefree for a father. Most people do everything they can for their children, but you’d rather let yours grow up as an illegitimate child with no name, no status." I emphasized the words "illegitimate child". The entire room fell silent. Darren’s face shifted between pale and flushed. He glared at me but couldn’t get a word out. At that moment, Deanna finally appeared, helping her grandfather into the room. The second she saw Darren at the table, her expression changed instantly. "Darren? Why are you here? Who invited you?" "I did!" Mrs. Cunningham suddenly stood up, pointing at me as she snapped. "The old man is already 80 and still hasn’t held a great-grandchild, all because