Son Of Sea Novels & Stories

She was their Luna and the bond was tremendous. "Don't make this any more painful than it is. Let's do this now that we barely know him" Alpha Ethan said. "Barely know him, ofcourse I know him, he is my son. And I will not let you harm him" She raised her voice in a commandeering tone but Alpha Ethan never submitted. His eyes became dark with rage and he cursed within him.

Ocean: But daddy? Sam: No buts. We've already talked about it. Ocean: Fine. She said as she leaned back to her seat. Ocean Knight is the only child of Carla and Sam Knight. She's 10 years old, she's a very smart, sweet, cute and very obedient child. Summer vacations were about to end. Ocean and her parents were visiting Sam's younger brother Jack Knight. Jack lived in New Orleans and Sam lived in New York City. Ocean loves her uncle and Aunt, but their bratty 3 daughters, they were the worst nightmare for Ocean. They always trouble her.

He smiled to know that his eyes was took after him, dark-blue like the silent ocean and his wavy curly hair. " Son, I'll raise you like a normal kid. I want you to grow like one of them" he said and the tears started to stream down his face. Martha just put a little smile on her face. She's happy that Diana had a beautiful family. She's hoping that no more chaos and bloods dripping on each one's innocent body. Thamer kissed his son. " We will call you Adoneram, the holy one", he said and raised his son above his head.

I could take the humiliation, but I would never allow anyone to crush my son’s heart like this. But the crystal remained dead silent. Finally, he just cut the connection from his end. "He’s not coming, is he?" My son hung his head, staring sadly at the pathetic little candles on the table. He muttered to himself, trying to make it hurt less: "It’s okay. Lord Sea God is very busy. Having Mommy here is enough." That was the very first time he called him "Lord Sea God." The forced smile on his tiny face shattered my heart into a million pieces.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

The first few days were perfect in an almost surreal way, as if the universe had finally decided to give us a truce. Matthew, now sixteen, had discovered surfing and spent most of the day in the water, his tanned body and wet dark hair shining under the sun. He returned home exhausted but smiling, carrying the scent of sea and youth. Nolah, now ten, had developed an unexpected passion for building increasingly elaborate sandcastles—true fortresses with moats, towers, and architectural details that made Luka visibly proud as he spent hours helping his son perfect the structures. Elias woke up before dawn to run along the beach, returning drenched in sweat and sea, his large, scarred body glea

Dad was planning to send Howard abroad for school. We ran into each other at the airport. “Caleb,” Dad called awkwardly. Howard stood beside him with an arrogant smile. “Caleb, don’t get too cocky. Once I come back from studying abroad, you’ll still end up working for me.” I didn’t say anything. I only waited. A second later, Dad’s phone rang. “I’m sorry, but our school doesn’t accept students with criminal records.”

"Did you do this to my son, Sophie?!" I caught her wrist, and she frowned from the pain as I had used a little too much force. "Mrs. Jameson." I released her hand and took a step back. "Your son contracted a sexually-transmitted disease, which his newlywed wife, Rita Sloane, transmitted to him. Do you need me to give you a copy of his medical report?" Her face turned pale instantly, while Scott's father leaned against the wall, looking as if he had aged ten years. "Scott… Is it true that he…" His voice quivered.

before passing out. I watch my son in his bed, it's been two months and he has not awakened, Queen Moira informed us his mind is catching up to his age. He will awake soon and she hands me a sea shell that had in his mother's ashes, it will be worn like a necklace and I put it around his neck. He eventually woke up looking around before eating what was in the room that I had put there, I followed him as he walked down to where the rest were having a fun day at the pool. He looked around and said nothing to me or anyone, he dived into the pool and we watched in awe as his legs changed to a giant fishtail, his fins were beautiful. They were a beautiful sea green with rows of gold embedded in t

George is Irish just like every one of his traits. In his blood runs the evidence that he is a smart boy, beautiful and even friendlier when it comes to beer. He's also gay. If I didn't know this in advance, seeing him so glued to Alicia as they carefully watch the scene that Emmett Mendes is riding right now, would make me think that they are a pretty nice couple or coworkers. But also Gossip. Yet the one who is doing everything wrong is the son of the High leader of the United Kingdom who has gone to look for the secretary of his father's partner to invite him for a drink.