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

The eldest son, sixteen, was studying abroad. The second, a daughter, had just entered middle school and had her own social life. She wasn’t interested in family gatherings and didn’t attend. Only the youngest, Jace, was present—a clever little boy still in kindergarten. Despite being the youngest at the table, Jace was sharp as a whip and full of charm. He adored playing with Louis, and Louis, in turn, doted on him endlessly. “Uncle Louis, you’re fast! Just a while ago you didn’t even have a girlfriend, and now—bam! You’ve got a wife!”

“I’ve moved into man status.” “Yes, I’m glad to hear that.” “It’s my nephew, Landon. He’s this little football player.” Stephen lowers his voice. “He’s only like ten or eleven months—not quite a year—and he has all these adorable wrinkles on his chubby arms and legs. His dad thinks he’s going to be an offensive lineman. But little Landon and I had a talk.” “Oh no.”

“His leverage is the mafia boss’s son.” I nod. Grayson had informed me that after a couple of days of intensive research combing The Vault, tracing calls and a little footwork, that he and Aaron had solved the question concerning Carson’s leverage. “So, he’s got one of his lieutenants or something.” “No, this boss is about my age,” Grayson explains. “His kid, his only child, is only three years old.” My mouth drops open. “What?”

**Chapter 191: Mentorship** Brooks The young player’s name was Marcus. Eighteen, fresh out of juniors, eyes carrying the kind of quiet desperation I recognized too well. He stood by my truck in the emptying parking lot, twisting his stick tape between nervous fingers while the arena lights hummed overhead.

It brought back a pang of homesickness and sadness, but he quickly dismissed it as he met his uncle’s gaze. Henry held up a piece of paper. “I received this missive earlier from your father’s half-cousin, and I fear you won’t like the news.” He paused, staring into Gabe’s eyes as his frown deepened. “You have grown up carefree and not expected to become a responsible adult. Yet, whether you know this or not, you have inherited your father’s brother’s title—Count of Wilshire.” Confusion filled Gabe’s head and he leaned forward, grasping his knees. “My father rarely spoke of his older brother who lived in Marseilles. From the stories I heard, Father was disowned by his father years ago, before

Sebastian said as he excused himself. "Business again?" Dante asked Fred who nodded in reply. What could it possibly be about? "So? Impressed yet?" Leo asked, wiggling his brows. "Impressed is an understatement. What exactly do they do?" "Business and same work as boss." "They are mafias too?" Dante asked in a whisper and Leo nodded. "So the young master is like a Mafia boss too?" Fred laughed. "Nope. He's the youngest son of the family. His older brothers, Gerald and Ronald, take care of the family business. Though Gerald is the next in line, being the eldest."

Arya felt even more uneasy than before. “I do. I know the whole family. He is the third son of the count William Nergal. One of the richest and most powerful men in the country. They own a lot of land, tree factories and are active in politics. The first son is a member of the ministry cabinet, second son is in the navy and third is a lawyer. At the age of thirty he will become a judge. His father will take care of it. They are a family of Alphas.” Mr Reyes rubbed the bridge of his nose, he looked disturbed. “I’m sorry Master.” That was bad. She attracted a dangerous Alpha.

Chapter 55: Five Years Later "Come on, Liam! Show me your best move!" Tristan called out, feinting left and then right, impressed by Liam's growing agility and skill. Tristan laughed heartily as he swung his wooden sword in playful arcs, facing off against his energetic five-year-old son, Liam, who wielded his own miniature version with fierce determination. The sun was low in the sky, casting a warm light over the quiet street where they played outside their home.

Milan took a deep breath to calm his emotions and continued, "The eldest son, Stephen, and the second daughter, Ellora, are mainly responsible for all the shady but regulated businesses under the Reynolds family, such as nightclubs, clubhouses, casinos, fighting clubs, and so on." "Keith's youngest son is in charge of the Reynolds family's proper industries, and he serves as the general manager of the Reynolds Group. Among the three children, he's the most highly regarded by Keith. If everything goes well, he'll probably be the next successor of the Reynolds family…" "Does Lucious have a daughter the same age as Riley?" Howard interrupted. "Yes. She's six years old this year…" Milan seemed t

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e