Seventh Son Of A Seventh Son: Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even when Seven died, no one knew about her relationship with Richard. Richard had also never told anyone that he had another son aside from Abatus and Melecio. After Seven passed away, Richard brought Titus back to the family and announced to everyone that he was his son. And this was Richard’s secret: eighteen years ago, during the global financial crisis, Black Corporation suffered a capital chain rupture, and the banks refused to release loans to Black Corporation. Just as Black Corporation’s shares were about to hit a limit down, the Fritzgerald family suddenly offered money to help Black Corporation through its crisis.

CLYONE Silence filled my ears the moment I turned off the car engine. My eyes never left the sight of the big white house at the right side of the road. The purity of its whiteness is just as pure as its owner; you. And I don't think I could find someone who's just as pure as you do, because you will remain as the purest boy I've ever loved and met.

“Stupid! Just stupid.” He curses. Wondered for reasons that are enough to not push himself more into the ground, yet, he still couldn’t help but have that certain agony among the six existing worlds and book that is rift from the original and the seventh. This world and book of GREED that they are all running in circles with is the only one where an offspring will never be born. “The perfect and the imperfect one.” He then slams his body onto the couch and eases the painful sting on his body that is due to the flame that only their child could have. A piece of chess that is a future king when the pun reaches the end and evolves as one.

“RYDER STONE ! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU WITH THE SAME CRAP THAT YOU STUCK TO MY SHIRT !!” Note To The Readers: The above line spoken by the sextuplet’s father, Valen has been written in detail in ‘Chapter 10: Back Home’ in the book titled, “Don’t Bully Me, Alpha.” You can read it if you are interested to know more for curiosity’s sake. However, not reading it will not disturb the flow of this story. So keep reading and enjoy ! **

I wiped them with the palm of my hand and heavier out a sigh to calm myself down. I had given Leo a son , why did he want this child? He had an heir ,someone to take over and rule the pack after him. Seven was the only child he needed and I was convinced.Leo wasn't supposed to love this baby. He was supposed to hate it as much as I did. Why was it different? I wondered as I watched Leo match out of the room.

He didn't want the child going through what he went through. He had planted this seed into young Athesmos head since he was a child that he been Athesmos The First, was the first son of Lord Chryses The First, who is a father to Chryses The Second whose son is now best friends with him. And that the royal blood runs through his body and the throne rightly belonged to him. Athesmos also told his son of how he helped his mother nurse Chryses The Second and Sells The Second. The same as he is now watching Xrysos and Dominic grow, the only difference being that his mother wasn't a slave nor a nurse to the Queen.

“What a shameless son! Now you're telling off your mother? If it wasn’t because of what you did today, we would’ve gotten so rich, and we won’t be left behind here dealing with this sh*t! If I had only known better, I would’ve let your two elder brothers take over my business. I should’ve never passed it on to you!” Julian’s face darkened at his mother’s statement. He was the most unloved son in the family from a young age, all because his mother gave birth to two sons in a row when they wanted a daughter instead. When they realized he was a baby boy instead of a girl, they were all disappointed by him. Their distaste for him only grew due to his unpleasant personality since he was a child.

I ask, "What's that?" He hands it to me, and the number 1607 has been written in the title box. I read, "Sixteen O seven. What does that mean?" "It's the year Samuel the Seventh died." "I thought his spirit still lives. Samuel made you, not Zee, right? That's what makes you pure." "All your answers are in that book. Never mind, you're tired." Jude reaches for the book, but I move it away. Lips touted, I say, "I'm not that sleepy."

I searched for some hint of a face beneath that hood, some flicker of eyes or mouth that might tell me whether he felt anything at all, but there was only darkness, patient and total. "Power is an interesting thing, Celia," the voice buzzed, low and dry, like dead leaves scraping across a grave marker. "It doesn't care about your expectations. The Seventh Seat underestimated the primordial blood. He thought he was striking a boy, but he was striking a cage that held something much older. The cage broke, and the fire consumed him. He is grease on the floor now. Nothing more."

They grappled. “Stop it!” Wendy yanked them apart. “Miles, that’s enough!” Miles was out of breath. “You’re siding with him? Our seven years don’t mean as much as some guy you’ve known for a few months?” “Seven years?” Wendy let out a cold sneer, “The last two years, your mother would deliberately pour boiling hot water on my hand, but you just told me to put up with it. I only got four hours of sleep a night just to take care of her. And you think that's okay?”