Shanks Son Novels & Stories

Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Victor stopped suddenly, spinning Ethan around to face him. "We're here," he said, his voice dripping with malice. Ethan's eyes scanned the surrounding area, but all he saw was trees. Where were they? And then, he heard a voice. Low, smooth, and menacing. "Welcome, Ethan," it said. "I've been waiting for you." Ethan's heart skipped a beat as he turned to face the speaker. A figure emerged from the shadows, tall, imposing, and ruthless. It was James Parker, Sophia's father.

I could feel the heaviness behind his tone. I wasn’t a bad-tempered person. I wasn’t a hot head. But I was pissed. Beyond what my public mask could carry. Martin, however, knew me better than anyone else, except maybe my sister, Rina. I inhaled deeply. “Talk. Fast.” “He’s Sir Sinclair’s son from a different marriage. He has used his mother’s name his whole life, and the old man never made him change it. He wasn’t even really in the family’s life, not directly. He was provided for, but that was it. Until he graduated law school with honors, and his other three brothers died or vanished.”

The Cullinan tore down the road. After the hospital bandaged me up, I took him to the children's ward. I stood outside the glass, pointed in at a small boy playing with toys. "That's my son. Damian." Damian looked like me. But he had Lorenzo's softness. Lorenzo's stubbornness. He was my last ray of light in this world. And he was dying. Almost seven years old, and so small it broke my heart. Lorenzo stared at him. The light in his eyes went out inch by inch.

"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?"

At nineteen, Daisy Bennett thought love would save her from poverty. A scholarship student with dreams of becoming an elementary school art teacher, she falls deeply for Jace Kingston—the billionaire hockey heir who promises her a future beyond her struggles. But when forged evidence brands Daisy a fraud who cheated her way into university, everything shatters. Jace believes the lie and destroys their relationship in a single moment of betrayal. Pregnant and alone, Daisy disappears. Five years later, she has rebuilt her life as an art teacher—and the mother of a four-year-old son she raised without him. Jace is now a world-famous NHL superstar, haunted by the girl he lost and the truth he

He did call the gentleman sitting in the office "uncle" So they were familiar? I started to get really scared because I knew that his uncle was going to carry out his orders without even trying to let me explain my side of the story. - How are you doing, Ariel? How is the family? "Ariel? Wow, what a beautiful name!" I said in my heart before coming back to reality. - I'm fine! Except for Maëlla who told me this morning that this girl had to rip out her snack several times at school!

He grunted from the combination of his wounds and my father’s alpha command. “Submit, pup. You’re nothing but a child.” “I’m—” “Submit!” Father roared. Shane dropped to his knees but kept his eyes on my father. He reached over and gripped my hand in his. I squeezed his back as my father walked closer. “Didn’t I tell you, Daddy? I was right! She has a boyfriend and I had a suspicion he’s been visiting her in her room,” Ava said.

Ansgar just laughed and then continued the introduction, "This is my third son, Neal, he replaced his grandfather as CEO at Jade of Malachy." Kelsey glanced at the man who didn't even smile at all. He just nodded politely and then said nothing. Neal Malachy was one of Weylin's grandfather's pride, Diego Malachy who owned businesses everywhere and didn't look approachable as if the man was deliberately keeping his distance from anyone. "And this is my youngest son, Keiran Malachy. Oh, you must know this son of mine best." Ansgar looked at his son with equally proud eyes as he introduced his other three sons.

He had grey mixed with a touch of blue, his hair was neither blonde or red like his sister. "And this is my son Shakar" he finally introduced Elizabeth couldn't believe her eyes. She was aware that her mother was about to get remarried but she wasn't aware of her step father having kids, not just one but two. Unlike like Coco, the look on Shakar's face was purely hate and for some reason she was beginning to love the atmosphere, it wasn't going to be comfortable for her mother and it made her more happier than before.

~Eddie~ “I'm telling you, it was him! It was our son!” Shawna has been home for a few days now, and she's been trying to convince me the entire time. She's been hysterical since the day she returned, and it has me on edge. She truly believes that she saw our son in some random human town. I tried to talk her out of it, but it hasn't worked. When she got back, she was sullen and silent, retiring to bed. The next day, she started with this crazy story and hasn't let up since.