The Count's Youngest Son Is A Player Novels & Stories

Alesha, was born into a well-respected family, has harmonious parents, and loves her children. Alesha's life is almost perfect after she finds her soul mate. However, all of that changed when Alesha made a nightly mistake with a foreign man, which finally made Alesha decide to leave because, in her womb, there was a seed from that foreign man. So, will Alesha know who the father of the fetus she is carrying is? while Alesha also never knew what the man's face looked like.  

They called me a gold digger. A barren fool. A street rat in designer heels. For three years, I played the perfect wife to an aging, cheating husband. I bit my tongue through their cruel snickers, desperate to earn a place in a family that never wanted me. I endured everything—humiliation, betrayal, loneliness—all for a child that never came. But when my arrogant stepdaughter brought home her shiny new fiancé that fateful evening, fate handed me a new game to play. This time, I wasn’t begging to belong. This time, I was ready to burn it all down—with a smile on my face.

I was the princess sent over by the Werewolf Kingdom for an arranged marriage. I was also meant to be the blood bag of Count Dracula. In my past life, I helped him rule the Bloodsucking Empire. I willingly allowed him to drain my werewolf blood and even risked a dangerous pregnancy by having a baby of mixed bloodline. However, all Dracula did was watch his frail childhood crush dig out the baby from my body to save her life. It was only before I died that I realized he had never loved me. All I was to him was a mobile blood bank. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the Blood Moon Party when I was five months pregnant. Dracula raised the knife with silver blade in his hand. "Be good. All I need is some blood to save Anna." This time, I did not fight back as I did in my previous life. Dracula mistook it for obedience. He had no idea that the Werewolf Princess who had once loved him with her life had become mates with the highly aggressive Alpha King of the Werewolf Kingdom.

MORAL DISCLAIMER This is not a fairy tale. This is a descent. The following story explores themes of obsession, systemic betrayal, and high-stakes psychological warfare within a fractured family. It is deeply, unapologetically morally gray. If you are looking for heroes, turn back now. If you are looking for the truth behind the "perfect" mask, step inside—but don't say you weren't warned.

When my son was found after we lost him three years ago, he forgot all about me and hid behind another omega woman, calling her Mommy instead. To keep my son close, I let the omega stay in my pack, never expecting I’d caught her in my bed with my Alpha husband. Betrayed by my mate. Rejected by my son. Humiliated before my pack. I lost everything in a single day. When danger came, I still chose to save my son, but he chose to leave me in the woods, bleeding, abandoned and dying. I believed it was the end for me until a stranger lifted me into his arms and whispered: Fated mate.

Three years ago, my husband, my parents, and my adopted sister faked their deaths to test whether I had married into the DeLuca family for love or for power. They cut off my money, took my home, and left me and my son with nothing. Three years later, they came back. My husband stepped out of a black Rolls-Royce, looked down at me, and said, “Evelyn, you passed the test.” What he didn’t know was that my son was already dead. And I was dying too.

When my husband accompanies his childhood sweetheart to the vet to treat her pet fish, my son accidentally spills his drink on her. My husband watches as his childhood sweetheart's eyes redden. Then, he slaps my son hard and throws a stack of cash at him. "This is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Buy Wendy a dress—make sure it's white!" My son dries his tears while holding onto the money. He roams the streets, searching for a white dress in the middle of the night. When he finally finds one, he ends up getting beaten to death by some drunk hooligans. Even in death, he clutches the bloodied skirt tightly. I burst into tears of despair as I hold onto his body and call my husband over a dozen times. However, he's too busy with his childhood sweetheart's fish. He blocks my number. When he finally calls me back, he sounds icy and angry. "Wendy is still waiting for that dress! Where has the little brat gone to? Can't he even handle such a simple task?"

I am about to be forced to marry the most ruthless old mafia boss in the city. However, one morning, I woke up naked in an unfamiliar bed and realized I had sex with a stranger. The worst thing is, now he is standing in front of me at my engagement dinner. “Mr. Guerrero,” someone says to my fiancé from behind me. “Your son has arrived.” Great. My one night stand is my fiance's son. When I ask him to pretend nothing ever happened. He chuckles. “And what if I don’t want that, future-Mrs.-Guerrero?” My breath catches when he leans in close, his breath hovering over my ear. “Or… should I call you mother?”

Love leads to madness. Killian Benjamin Archer watched it happen to his father after his cherished wife's death. But when his elderly father arranges to marry flame-haired golddigger, Skye Sinclair, Ben, as he is known to his friends, is compelled to take drastic measures to stop the stunning beauty from taking advantage of the old business mogul. A marriage of mutual pleasure could be convenient, indeed … as long as unwanted feelings don't interfere. Desperation forced Skye to agree to marry an old madman. The arrangement will offer the protection she needs. Or so she believes until the billionaire's distractingly handsome son looks closer at the fine print of the contract… and takes his father's place ! Now, the easy, boring and, more importantly, secure union Skye planned, has been exchanged for one simmering with wicked temptation and potential heartbreak. Because as she begins to fall for her devilishly seductive husband, her dark secrets surface and threaten to ruin them both … unless Ben is willing to risk all and open his heart to love.

My seven-year-old son, Matthew Hayes, needs an Rh-negative blood transfusion very badly because he's gotten roped into a car accident. I roll up my sleeve immediately. "Take my blood, doctor! I have Rh-negative blood!" But my husband, Samuel Hayes, grabs my hand tightly. "Hold on, let me call another person! She also has Rh-negative blood!" I throw the divorce agreement at his face instead. "If she wants to donate her blood, she can go ahead and do that right after you sign this divorce agreement!" Samuel clutches the agreement angrily. "Have you gone nuts, Naomi Hart? Our son is waiting to be saved right now, and yet you're bringing up divorce at this time?" I gaze at him coldly. "That's right." My mother-in-law, Evelyn Shaw, rushes over and slaps me at that moment. "You vile woman! Samuel is worried about your physique, and yet you still kick up a fuss over this matter!" I don't bother dodging the slap. Then, I walk over to the doorway of the operating theater before announcing, "Doctor, stop all of your surgical preparations! As the patient's family, I refuse to donate my blood, and I refuse to let my son undergo the surgery!" Both Samuel and Evelyn are stunned by my declaration. Samuel points at me and yells in a quivering tone, "Back then, you almost died in the hospital just to secure Matthew's life! Are you trying to kill him now, Naomi?" I just look at Samuel emotionlessly. Heck, I can't be bothered to even show an expression right now. "I never forgot about those times. But that was in the past. Now, I don't want Matthew anymore."