Stone Cold Steve Austin Son Novels & Stories

It's Adrain, the oldest of the three of us as he is thirty this year, Austin, the other is twenty-eight while I'm twenty-six but they all respect me. I paused and entered the gym house and smirked at him. "Trying to make more girls drool on your gorgeous ass?" I taunted and he snorted but didn't stop his workout. I'm not surprised that he knew it was me even without seeing me as we killers are aware of any car that comes through the estate gate even before they reach the family residence as we will immediately shut dead the people inside if it's a movement we don't 'understand' "No girl can resist me already so what good will it be for me to impress them more? I'm just gyming to stay in shap

Sylvan exaggerated and completely twisted the matter. He pushed all the blame to Thomas. Austin was furious after hearing this. He never questioned the fact whether his son was a jerk, and he only thought that his son was being bullied. Besides, even if his son was not bullied by Thomas, the fact that Thomas took the title of “God of War” from Austin back then was enough for him to hate Thomas. Austin still remembered how high-spirited he was back then. He was omnipotent on the battlefield.

Rowen said with a smirk. "What did you mean?" Steve asked confused. "I want to do charity on your behalf since you don't know the right thing to use your money for" Rowen replied and brought out another gum, he throw it in his mouth and winked at Steve. "Nice talking with you Mr, I'll be in the kitchen now," Rowen said and walked to the kitchen and Steve opened his mouth in shock. Austin burst into laughter, and used his hand to close Steve's mouth. "don't you know that my friend can buy you and your generation, you think you can buy him off with the money, you must be joking" Austin said.

Alexander said. "I saw him too, and I also saw a lot of my pack members...my brother and all the people you sold to him," Steve said. Alexander was a huge muscular man with a long shiny dark brown hair with cold green eyes. He unfolded his arms and clenched his fists as he glared at his living son. He was proud that he has raised Steve to be strong and ruthless but the dead werewolf could not understand how his son conveniently chooses to be blind when all the answers were right there in front of him.

Sean waved off Austin's apology. “No, you weren’t, but I’m glad that’s forgotten.” “Sure thing,” Sean replied and they lapsed into silence as they each sipped their wine. “It was my stepfather,” Austin said out of the blue. “I’m sorry, what?” “The person I murdered. He was my stepfather.”

Then he asked, "What the hell is Austin doing?" Rocky answered respectfully, "Mr. Howard has been taking good care of Ms. Graham. She's been trying to push forward with livestream sales these past couple of days, but the old-fashioned board members aren't easy to deal with. Mr. Howard has been her biggest support." "It's his mentor's company. Of course he'd care." Dexter glared at Rocky. Yet, Rocky had no idea what he had said wrong this time. It felt like no matter what he said, it was always the wrong thing. So, he wisely shut his mouth.

The door opened—Steve and Austin walked in. “Oh, Mom!” Steve exclaimed dramatically, taking her hand. “Where’s Tina?” Mom asked. “She’s at work. Really busy,” Steve replied. “Alright. I’ve missed you, Steve. It’s lovely having you around,” she said warmly. “I know, I know. Alexa and Austin are boring,” he teased. I rolled my eyes. He hadn’t even asked about her health. Austin stepped closer. “Mom, are you okay?” “I’m getting better, son.” “What exactly happened?” Steve asked.

“Austin alluded to knowing about what happened between Gavin and me, but I thought it was all in my head. Gavin is his uncle!” “What the hell? How did I not know that?” “Gavin’s wife is Austin’s father’s sister.” Maverick ran a hand down his face. “Storm’s going to pick him up right now. I don’t care if we have to tear up the Daciana Devil’s stadium. I want him in the pack house dungeon tonight!” I felt the heat of his anger. I didn’t like seeing him this fired up. I massaged his shoulders and pulled him closer.

Carmen asked and it was my time to stare at them like they had extra eyes. “Son? Did you just say son?” “Yes!” Mr Ballister replied, standing up. “This is our son and heir, Austin Ballister.”

Then, my father’s gaze shifted to Austin, his expression unreadable. “Austin,” he said slowly, each syllable weighted with meaning. “Why would you step in like this? Are you sure this is what you want?” Austin didn’t waver. His voice was steady, his expression firm. “I’m doing this for Olivia, sir. She doesn’t deserve to have her life fall apart because of this. That’s all.” My father studied him for a long, heavy moment. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, a silent challenge lingering in the space.