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

After a full minute of heaving and coughing, I took a huge gulp of water to sooth my now perched and sore throat then glared at Tiger like he had grown more heads. “You mean Jay is the son of Killian and Kessiah Scott? The richest folks in this whole Europe?” He chuckled and licked his spoon. “I wouldn’t say richest, but yes. He is the youngest child of the Scotts.” He said it with a shrug like he didn’t just drop a bomb on my head. “It was said that the youngest son of the Scotts refused to be seen by the public. Nobody actually knew him because he was always in the background. And all along I have been walking next to him.” and then one realization hit me!

Where was he when I needed him? I finally found him in the sitting room; he was playing chess with a teen guy… By the frown on Julian’s face, I could tell the kid was winning. “Julian,” I called. He glanced at me before turning his attention back to the board. “Hello.” The kid stood up with a wide smile; he straightened his shirt and picked up his suit jacket before putting it on. “I am Leo Flynn, Mr. Flynn’s first son,” he introduced, and I could tell he was probably 18 or 19, but why do they keep introducing themselves to me? I really didn’t care.

At least Paige takes it as a joke, and when she laughs, I'm relieved. "Very funny," she jokes. Apolo smiles at her with the cigarette between his lips and hits the white ball with the end of the cue. It's his turn, but he sets the game aside and drinks the water. I couldn't care less if he walks to the bar for more drinks, until Apolo's cue sticks into the pit of my stomach. "Unax is still over there, and you know how he gets. He'll give a brother to your son," he jokes.

The one with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes says. I open my mouth to answer, but the coach beats me to it. "That's the son of the famous billionaire of our town, Marlon Gustave Sr. The young man here is a junior." "Oh, I see. That makes sense." The man chuckles. "You are not interested in ice hockey because you want to take over Dad's companies?" "I just don't want to go Pro, why can't that just be a thing?" I wonder with a rude look on my face.

How are you feeling? The sound of his voice was enough to make hatred boil inside me, hatred for his damned blackmail, for his threat to forbid me from seeing my son if I tried to run away. I hated him with the same strength with which I had once believed I loved him. — My baby. Did I lose him? — I asked, almost in despair. — No. Despite the bad fall he took and the fact that he lost some blood, he's fine. The doctor said that you just need to rest so that nothing bad happens to him.

The bench door opened as I rounded the circle. The equipment manager's young son stepped out onto the floor near the bench. Wearing an oversized Titans jersey with my number on the back and holding a miniature stick, he looked around wide-eyed. When he spotted me, the tennis ball in his hand slipped and rolled across the floor to a stop near his shoe. "Hey, Captain," the equipment manager called out from the doorway, wiping a smudge of machine oil from his hands on a rag. "Sorry, I had to bring him back here for a minute while I finish inventory. He would not wait in the office."

Ibel also knew that the other party was willing to let him do whatever he wanted because she saw his status as a mage of the first order. Not only Edra, but several other young ladies close to him thought the same. Count Rein had several sons and daughters, and more than a dozen grandchildren. The count was still alive, so all his other children received an annual pension, but Iber's status as the first-born child meant that his quality of life was greatly reduced.

replied the eldest wearily, from having repeated it so many times. “Well, Carol. This is Camilo, my eldest son, he's eight and he usually goes to sleep before ten,” she pointed out. ”This other one here is Alberto, my second son, he's six and he's not allowed to watch TV after eight. And this little one is Lucio, my youngest, he's five and he's the quietest. I assure you he'll be the first to fall asleep.” “My pleasure, children,” Carol said with a friendly smile.

“Positive. So, can you find him for me?” “There’s no need. I already know where he is. Andrew Witt is the youngest son of Alpha Daniel Witt of the Dark Woods pack. They’ve been our rivals for decades, and I see that rivalry won’t be ending anytime soon.” “I guess not.”

His son Denhard became the new Lord Cardin. "Great for him but he's not the one I'm looking for." Count Sam's illegitimate son, Jan, a member of the Cardina House, he later became Count. "It is truth; even a bastard can make a name for himself. Try to remember... it starts with the letter L..." Ladius... Lairiam... Linotta... Laudren... Leon... Linn... Luke... Lauren... Leticia... Lenora... Lauran... Lorraine... Lisa... Leo... Lyman... Libusha... Lenhart...