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

We had three maids who worked with us from Monday to Friday, but on Saturdays and Sundays, I insisted that we prepare everything ourselves. While my handsome husband was busy grilling the meat on the large barbecue in the pool area, the children were playing on the lawn further ahead, running excitedly after a ball, along with Mr. Arnaldo, who could barely keep up with them . Heitor, our firstborn, was the fastest. He scored all the goals, but he didn't let his younger sister, Maria Flor, get left out, making it easier for her to kick the ball a few times, even though it wasn't easy to keep up with her brother at three years old. Watching them, I was filled with affection and pride. They wer

At nineteen, Daisy Bennett thought love would save her from poverty. A scholarship student with dreams of becoming an elementary school art teacher, she falls deeply for Jace Kingston—the billionaire hockey heir who promises her a future beyond her struggles. But when forged evidence brands Daisy a fraud who cheated her way into university, everything shatters. Jace believes the lie and destroys their relationship in a single moment of betrayal. Pregnant and alone, Daisy disappears. Five years later, she has rebuilt her life as an art teacher—and the mother of a four-year-old son she raised without him. Jace is now a world-famous NHL superstar, haunted by the girl he lost and the truth he

 Christopher Benjamin Jackson: 14 years old A highschool student. Fifth and Last son, really brilliant, half nerd half badass, loves his father, Fred, henry and whisky. A lover of books and sports such as soccer, fencing and horse riding, plays violin. Hates all his older brothers except Fred, loves prank, he tries staying out of trouble but trouble always seem to find him, grew up without a mother and doesn't understand why his brothers holds him responsible for her death, scared of nothing really courageous, can be very arrogant and impudent, have anger issues and mood swings, different from all his siblings. Looks up to his father, Scared of belts. Others characters.

Afterall if not for his father agreeing to let him marry Chelsea, he wouldn't have bothered saving his father's head by sacrificing his hand . " Of course , I did !" said Count Clodis as he threw an extremely nasty look at his son, he didn't know why but his son was completely different from him . Wilson had never followed him and never cared about his title either , this time if not for those stupid Clover's who left such important clues behind , he wouldn't have cared about dealing with this good for nothing son of his ! God knows , whom he takes after , if not for his similar features that he shares with him , he might have been suspicious of his wife's loyalty to him .

"Wait, you said, you're the only brother she knows? How about Caius? Is Caius the youngest?" His grip on the pawn he was holding tightened. "There are only few people who knows about Caius existence. And a few means less than fifteen. For everyone outside the Palace, my Father, Roscoe Lancaster has only one son, and that's me. Caius... because we look alike, our father uses him to pretend to be me in dangerous gatherings that need to see me. Basically, he's my shield." She simply covered her mouth. That's why when she first saw Caius, he didn't immediately admit that Caius was his brother.

And their 22 year son Tyrese. *********************************** Enjoy the fast forward.

"I’m not confused at all. It’s Maël. Marcel’s brother." They looked at me like I’d just told them I was about to jump off the tallest tower in the world. And honestly, the situation wasn’t far off. "Delu," Dad said, "are you talking about Carlos’ youngest son? The youngest? The youngest?!" I nodded, exhaling heavily. "But... how old is he, fifteen?" I almost laughed. "No, Dad. He’s nineteen." "Oh, perfect. Then everything’s just great." Dad’s sarcasm always grated on me.

We entered the mansion and everything was so neat and beautiful. The living room was huge, a fireplace, chic sofas, a giant TV. Near the fireplace there was a man standing looking at us. It must be another Lorenzo employee, although, he doesn't seem to wear a uniform or walk like a penguin like Marcos (the bodyguard and driver). “Lara, this is my son, Daniel.” Points to the man standing by the fireplace. I was unable to express myself. I was too shocked by the news. My God! He has a son older than me! What the fuck!

I turn and give Jared a nod, taking a long swig of my beer. He swallows a gulp of his own before speaking. “Alpha’s a little touchy because another one of the guys found his mate tonight.” Brent’s eyebrows shoot up. “Which one?” Jared raises his beer bottle to his lips. “Jax.” As Jared takes another sip, Brent looks to me. “Jax is the young one, right?” “Yeah,” I breathe. He’s not the youngest- that would be Chase, Alpha Vaughn’s son, who is only seventeen and hasn’t even joined squad leadership yet. Of the five of us who run the squad and will all run our own packs someday, though, Jax is the youngest at twenty-two.

"Naming ceremony? What name? Who is he?" The question left Amara completely bewildered. "That's Jason. He's Father's youngest son and the only Chamberlain heir." "Amara, you're funny. Father's youngest son is Oscar. Speaking of which, where is he? Every time I woke up before, he was always right there." As she spoke, Elara wandered through the villa, moving from room to room as though she were playing hide-and-seek and calling out Oscar's name. Amara watched her, unease settling in almost immediately. "Diana, what's happening?"