The Flash's Son Novels & Stories

That's why they both immediately bowed. "Isn't that Aldrin? Wow, your son is a young man." He whispered as they simply peeked from the young man. "Correction, he is Sofia's son." Stephen weakly promised him. "It's like he's your daughter too. You're his stepfather because you and Sofia are legally married." "Even though." He said at the same time Robin just shook his head and focused his attention again on the young man he was referring to. While they were secretly watching inside the car, Bea suddenly appeared behind the young man.

She also felt responsible for the whole situation, but in her mind, nothing justified Benjamim’s disappearance for an entire day. “I met someone,” he said, looking into her eyes, wondering if he should tell Carlota. “I found out I have a son.” Carlota looked at him in shock, momentarily thinking Benjamim was joking with her sanity. He couldn’t be serious. “A son?” she smiled in disbelief. “Which clever woman is trying to pull a fast one on you this time?” “A son with Antonella,” he finally confessed. “He’s three years old, and his name is Adam.”

What if he was a brute like Ambrose? "So, what's his son's name?" I asked as I couldn't contain my curiosity. "Ambrose Vikander," my father dropped the nuclear bomb and waited for my reaction.

“Aren’t you supposed to be happy that you’re a father, and I’m just an instant uncle?” With my knuckles tucked under my jaw, I raised my gaze at him. “I’m thrilled—” “But?” “The mother, Jade. She has a condition I should meet before introducing me to our son as his father. His name is Jax. Zhaer Jax.” I showed them the picture on my phone. I also sent it to Mom and Dru. They were terrific to meet him. “He’s really your son. He got the hair and the eyes,” Dash affirmed.

Lucifer told him. "So you mean, he's like... Pushing his enemies to us?" "He's not pushing it to your family... He already did." Lucifer said and Chase nodded. "Do you have fire there?" Chase asked and Lucifer nodded then throw a lighter to him. Chase catched it and used it to light his stick of cigarette. "Do you also know that he have a son of my age?" Chase asked. "Woooo! That's the least I expected you to know." "Yunno, he told my father when his baby was born and told him it's a boy. But he never bring in the baby, Why? What was he planning?" Chase asked him.

His son stopped and stared at Lumia for a moment before taking his spot next to his father. Thea had already met Alpha Jones, but hadn’t met his eldest son. She felt into him, and he wasn’t dark like his father or sister. Maybe their pack had hope once he was in charge. She wondered if he would hate Thea for maiming his sister, or if they would eventually have an alliance.

" Nothing about his words or actions resembled those of a usual five-year-old kid. The shock had made me pass out and collapse onto the floor. I had no idea how long I lay there, but by the time I finally woke up, the sun had set. Light leaked from the master bedroom, where Caleb and Emery were enthusiastically discussing how they would renovate the house after I died. I was unconscious on the floor, yet my biological son didn't bother to check on me. He was too busy scheming to seize my home. … "Enough, Dad," Caleb cut in. "That's all in the past, so why do you have to keep dragging it up, especially in front of such a large crowd? How is Nicky supposed to face his classmates and teachers f

“But my boyfriend is Luke, sir.” He just shrugged and spoke up again, "Also, my son has...a heart disease." What?

It also appeared that he had spent more time here. “Dad, who's this?'' The younger boy I had been curious about spoke and he was none other than Jude’s own son. Father and son in the same cell. Artemis, I must acknowledge, was the devil. “She's our Luna and guess what?” he asked looking at me as he replied to his son, “she would soon be joining us here,” he stated like it was a known fact. “I would not!” I moved out from the shadows from which I lurked. Jude cackled, “I take it that you've found out all about your father and his death.”

“It’s him.” She frowned. “You mean the echo.” “I mean my son.” Kira exchanged a look with Lena, the kind that says he’s breaking again. But before either could speak, the console flared to life. Lines of code streamed upward like rain. The air shimmered. A small shape appeared—just light, flickering like projection through water. It was faint, translucent, but unmistakable. He looked about seven, same as the day I last saw him. “Hi, Dad,” he said. The voice wasn’t mechanical. It carried warmth.