Shanks Son Novels & Stories

Donald said cheerfully. "Don't worry, Mr. Joyner Senior, I won't be shy," Shane replied. "Shane, are you from the Morrisons of Cinderpeak County?" Susan asked. Shane nodded. "My father and sister are in Cinderpeak County, my brother is in Brookfield, and I'm based here in Haldon City." "That's wonderful! Haldon City is a great place," Susan said with a broad smile. "Sage mentioned she works for you. I hope she hasn't been too much trouble for you."

“Cough, cough! They just happened to be traveling this way, too!” As she noticed the amicable relationship between her son and Fane, Shirley turned to Nash and beamed, “Master Woods, I need to thank your son for the previous competition. If it wasn’t for him, my son would’ve died inside too. Fane’s strength really is the strongest among the younger generation. My son, Randall, had told me about all his doings!” “Haha…! We’re all acquaintances, and we should help each other! It’s nothing!” chuckled Nash happily.

“You’re too kind. Even if Shannon marries the king, she’s still a junior in the family, so you guys can call her as you did before.” “She’s a junior alright, but we can’t treat her as we do.” “Yeah. John Stockton is the richest man in Glenchester, and she’s his wife.” “Shannon is really capable. I really wonder how you two raised such a perfect daughter. If my daughter is half as capable as she is, I would be thankful.” Matthew nodded and waved humbly as his grin widened.

They were meant to be my emotions, but they began to suffocate me until I began fighting for his parting gift… But it wasn’t easy… it’s never easy… Less than two years ago I lost my mate, my all… My husband, Shane Dunn. A sharp wind blows through my brown hair, and I brush my fingers through it as I look at my son, Shane, named after his father. He’s fifteen months now and the spitting image of his father. He has blond hair and grey eyes. His eyes might be a mix of both of ours as my own are a greyish blue, but otherwise, he is a mini version of his father.

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.

In a corner that the latter could not see, a hidden smile appeared on the corner of Shawn's lips. Shawn was Mr. Rogers Sr.'s illegitimate son, who was only eighteen years old this year. He was only recently recognized and returned to the family. Yet he had two elder brothers and one sister above him, and they were not shy about making their opinions known to him. Fortunately for him, Mr. Rogers Sr. placed great importance on him. The latter knew his time was running out, so he was doing his best to pave the way for Shawn. Although he could never be the master of the Rogers family, what Mr. Rogers Sr. prepared for him was enough for him to live without any worries for the rest of his life.

he said proudly. “My name is Brandon Usher, the son of Savior Usher and the heir to the Usher empire. Your dad and my dad are friends and that's why I came here to be friends with my dad's friends' children. Plus help with the company's financial crises.” “I don't know about helping with the company crises but I assure you; I don't need your help because I'm fine on my own,” she said, opening a pack of Cheerios.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

Most of the students in this academy are from prestigious families so he's used to them. Shane Smith, one of the parents who attended, examined the quiet boy in front of them and noticed the orange tie he was wearing. He was the same age as his son but he was wearing a different tie. Though he was curious, it was not his first time to see a genius who skipped levels at this age. His temperament is excellent for his age. Compared to his son, Luke, he liked this boy better. 'If this kid was a genius like this boy then I would have recognized this bastard…'

“I love them a lot. You look really happy to be there… So how about we plan a date there?” Walking back to his desk, Daniel eyed Mr. Briggs, and when he took a seat, he hesitated, and then he said, “Sorry to ask, but your son's last name is Grimes, so legally, you are turning all your properties and wealth to Grimes, not Briggs... Is that-” “It’s perfectly okay. His mother’s legacy deserves to live on and to continue,” Mr. Briggs reassured, giving a small sigh with a sad smile as he leaned forward on his palms.