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

"That is very thoughtful of you, most Alphas don't consider these things that much" "Well i am not like most Alphas" "That much i have noticed" She said in whisper, so softly that i barely heard it. "Did you say something?" I said to tease her. "Umm.... nothing" she said while a light blush came on her cheeks. As we walked a bit further we came across some pack kids playing football or soccer, whatever you guys call it. A ball came rolling towards us as I stopped it with my foot. Right after it came Tom ran to get it. Tom is a cute 8 years old kid with ash blond hair and dark blue eyes, he is the son of one of the Omegas in the pack.

That had been the moment that had clinched the win for the Orcas, and Carter looked back on that memory with a mixture of fondness and sadness. “I’m kind of out of practice. You wanna practice with me?” Carter glanced at Steve. “If it’s okay with your dad.” Steve agreed readily, not questioning why Carter Roberts of all people wanted to play catch with his ten-year-old son. Maybe he assumed it was some strange quirk of professional players. Or he was being particularly nice to one of his young fans.

They might just kill him/her in a month. Under all of the commotion, The underground stage is silently filled with the murderess intent from the competitors. Their eyes constantly sneering at each other. "What are you all looking at assholes!?" A tall sturdy man scowled half of the room. He owned a bunch of rumpled spiky hair that covers his whole head with dark brown forest. Dismissed in his terrible manner, this boy is the youngest son of one from the big five. His father Mr Petrov is the head of the korona estate and his name is well known around the troops...

he joked before adding, “But then, you’re also a child." “Evannn,” “What? That’s the truth. You’re the youngest Glint in the family." “Wrong. Alpha Francis’s son is the youngest Glint. He is what? Three years old,” I corrected him, shutting his mouth. I felt like winning a world war after I proved him incorrect. I waited for him to say something, but instead, he agreed that I was right, and I smiled widely. “What? Why are you smiling?” I questioned him. “Nothing,” he said, shaking his head and applying the brake as we reached our destination.

But theo says nothing and points to the television. Occupying the entire screen, there were images of Sebastian, clinging to Theo, still in a lacrosse uniform, kissing, and the journalist tells the story of the two again, while at the bottom there was the sentence: “The youngest son of Hanson, after being kicked out of the house by his father, is in the arms of a older man.

Luckily for me, he didn’t spare me a glance. Then Mr. Clifford’s youngest son, Gael Clifford took his seat on the fourth chair of the left side of the table, he was only 11 but had already wielded a gun. Dressed in a tux, the blonde boy looked like the spitting image of his father. Then his sisters, Olive and Lucy sat beside him and closest to the head seat……. my breath hitched so hard, I almost gasped for air. Closest to Waylen sat his brother, Edwin Clifford. Waylen was superior to Edwin in age, wealth and authority but not in cruelty.

"Absolutely. I didn't bring my clubs, but I'd be happy to play with rentals." "Perfect." He grins at my viciously. "I hope you don't mind losing money. I only play for cash." Great. I get to pretend like I'm bad too. "Sounds great to me." He laughs, slapping my back. "You're going to fit in around here." "Are your sons around?" I ask as he takes us inside. "Nolan and Carson are down at the beach. Finley's got business back in the city, and sadly won't be joining us. Gregory's up in the air. I never know with that boy."

Wayne lifted his chin with pride at the praise. Patrick and Beatrice blinked in confusion. Wayne? Which Wayne? Scanning the room, they finally spotted their youngest son—sitting cross-legged on the carpet in a ridiculous yellow duck onesie, gaming away without a care in the world. He’d stolen the outfit from Anson and was happily ignoring them. “Wayne! What on earth are you doing here?” Their eyes darted again—and there was William too, sitting right beside him, controller in hand.

"And how have you been?" "Still kicking," the Count replied with a small chuckle - a gesture of nonchalance that was at direct odds with the tension in the air. "Our precious daughter is soon to be wed." "This is Prince Antonio," The Count introduced me. "Our soon to be son-in-law." Recognition dawned on their faces as their gaze turned to me. "Ah, so this is the young man we've been hearing about," Trisha exclaimed, walking towards me with a friendly handshake. "The brother of our future son-in-law."

Edwin stuck his neck out, shouting back at Philip. The old man was so furious that his beard quivered, and his eyes bulged. Tessa had taken notice of this man. She couldn’t help asking Aaron quietly, "Who is he? Why have I never heard of him before?" "He’s Mr. Philip’s youngest son, a late-born child. That’s why he’s always been especially spoiled." Hearing that, Tessa’s eyes lit up. Only a man like this was worthy of her. And from the way he argued with Philip, it was obvious he carried himself with free rein in the Carter family.