Son Of The Sun Novels & Stories

He is so beautiful and so good to mortals. This is how it happens,' replied the Sun's mother. 'In the morning when he stands at the gates of paradise he is happy. and smiles On the whole world, but during the day he gets cross, because he sees all the evil deeds of men, and that is why his heat becomes so scorching; but in the evening he is both sad and angry, for he stands at the gates ofdeath; that is his usual course.from there he comes back here: She then told the Princess that she had asked about her husband. but that her son had replied that he knew nothing about him, and that her only hope was to go and inquire of the Wind.

with a minimum wealth of 100 billion rupiah who can get the card, must also meet the selection requirements. Haven had long abandoned BlackCard more than three years since becoming the son-in-law of the Lee family, and left the throne of the war god of Medicine Country. "Brother Clark, I'll ask my men to take you home," Camela said as she bowed hers head after handing over the card.

"was actually meant for those who are worthy of what we are doing. We are the light. These men were part of our society. They broke a code, and paid for it dearly. So is the law of our society." "Your society.. You are known as the sons of Hades?" Lex asked. Obviously unimpressed with this man's lack of descreetion and his open nature. Gbenga put a hand on Lex's broad shoulders, "You learn fast," His hands slid to Lex's chest and he quickly withdrew his hand. "We are the light of the new Nigeria. Our elite members are the whites. But believe me when I tell you the current leader of the Sons is Nigerian?" Lex did a double take. This was all too mythical to be true. Too comical. But what thing

"They ruin your skin." "She wouldn't have liked you leaving me alone either." "Or getting a minor pregnant. How is he?" It's such a shitty conversation that I respond with monosyllables and evasions. He's back in town after three years, and I won't be his son. He's never been a good father, especially after my mother's death. But he's acting weird; there's no trace of alcohol on him anymore, his beer is light, and he's shaved his beard and those unkempt locks. "What a useless guy," my mind mocks.

As I gag him, I remember I came here with my son. "Where is my son, Alpha?" Curiosity sparks inside me, I blame myself for letting pleasure take away the sense of caring to know the whereabouts of Sunshine and his safety, he's the only one I have right now as family, my own blood.

"Alpha Zero's son is coming huh? I don't think that he can just take Sydney with them and leave. Did my father say that he would allow them to take her?" I gritted my teeth thinking of the white beast, Alpha Zero's son is a notorious Alpha just like his father and he would soon take over as the Alpha of the North. Sydney is a white wolf and is sure to be related to them. But Alpha Zero's son is not mated and he might show interest, that arrogant wolf did not even come to Jessica's party despite them being relatives by blood but now he wanted to come to the Langston Palace to meet Sydney!

"This isn’t the time. This is what caused this whole fucking mess in the first place. Just go." He looked gutted, his golden eyes dimmed. He let out a disappointed growl, but I thought he looked so fucking hot, even disappointed. Jeremiah adjusted his shirt and opened the door of his side of the jeep, stepping out into the moonlight, standing there like some tragic god. "Please," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Bring back our son." Our son? I liked the way that sounded from his mouth. And maybe just maybe I wanted to become his Luna after all, but I still needed time.

~Elena~ I fucked a father and son. Yes, you read that right. I didn’t stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don’t regret a damn thing. They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both. You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break. And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you’ve never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

"He was the cooling fan." I looked at the sun. A figure was descending from the white light—a man dressed in gold and fire, his wings made of solar flares. "The Fifth Brother," I whispered, the violet light in my eyes turning a hard, lethal indigo. "The King of the Sun." The Abyss was behind us. The Heart was beneath us. And the Sun... the Sun was coming to finish the job. "Emma?" Félix whispered. "Yeah?" "I think I prefer the water. This guy is going to ruin my complexion."

“Then I’m coming with you.” Wisnumurti burst out laughing. “Sure. And before you left your front gate, one of Pangeran Langit’s men cuts your head off after mistaking you for a rabbit.” Jaladri clicked his tongue. “You think I’m some sheltered little virgin who gets pushed around by every thug in town? Besides, Bajul will be with me. I’ll be fine.” “Even if Bajul brings a hundred guards, do you seriously think your father will let you leave? You’re his favorite son. The heir to the Somanagara fortune. If somebody takes your head off, there’s no replacement sitting on a shelf somewhere.”