The Third Son A Novel Novels & Stories

Otherwise, I would have gladly turned around and left. After all, they were only doing this after my death. My father poured the good wine he had been saving and silently filled glasses for my mother and Liam. My mother looked dazed. "Vanessa, it's time to eat! These are all your favorite dishes!" The three of them looked like they were about to tear up as they silently ate. The wine visibly diminished in the bottle. I sighed and genuinely couldn't understand what they were doing right now. "Miranda." My father poured another glass for my mother. "Do you think I deserve to die?"

I will never live it down. "So, you want to fuck us, little darling?" he said with a cocky smile, and I didn't want to look at them, but I did. I saw something that made my face flush and red. I saw three of the brothers grab their cock and try to straighten in their pants.

"Tenfold, huh? It's just an aphrodisiac, but such a potent amount is gonna kill him. You're being really ruthless, Ty!" Rumor had it that the third son of the Elkin family had a heart of stone and was known as the devil incarnate. It wasn't an exaggeration—it was true to life. Then again, Greg Elkin had brought this upon himself. It was Tyrone's first day back, yet Greg was already up to funny tricks. He was getting what he deserved!

The first man with the grey eyes questioned with darkness while clenching his jaw as nodding shortly in answer, the young Andrew clenched his fist to contain his nervousness and uneasiness within him. He never wanted to be called as his father's son. He hated that title yet he indeed shared his blood. It was the ugly fact. "I am!" Andrew hummed out as the second and third men at their places adjusted a bit strictly, passing looks to one another soon the third one decided to speak with hesitation. "Now that Anthony is gone, you shouldn't bother to take the pressure of the mafia at all!" The third man uttered with his deep voice sounding intimidating but strangely, his words didn't intimidate

William, the third son of the Barlow family screamed. “Why would you cause trouble with Mr. Ford and use our family as a shield? You are really disgusting!” Andrew, the third son of the Barlow family shouted. Inside, Rome was burning with anger, hearing them speak about Mr. Miller in such a manner, yet he held it all in. “Do you want to drag this family in the mud with you!” Elijah, the first son of the Barlow family screamed. When Rome didn't answer, an awkward silence dragged on for a while, yet Rome could tell what they were thinking from their faces without them uttering a word.

He says with lucid sarcasm. My eyes roving up to take in the person he's pointing to, I see it's Sebastian. Sebastian Hunter, son of Mr Cole Hunter, the Third. Now, I'm not understanding anything anymore. First, he's working here, now, I'm finding out he's working as repairer and at that, he's not liked by some people here. Jeez!

His gaze at Serenity was filled with affection, and there was only her in his eyes. Sonny, who was back on the ground by his uncle, looked up at the two adults. He glanced at Uncle Zak, then Aunt Ser. He felt like an extra whenever he was in the middle of them both. ‘A third wheel!’ Sonny suddenly recalled that Uncle Zak had called him a third wheel multiple times. Was he a third wheel again? However, he was not a wheel. His name was Sonny, not Third Wheel. “Carry me, Aunt Ser.” Sonny, who did not think he was a third wheel, extended his arms toward Serenity for her to carry him.

"Amanda is indeed destined to meet her second uncle, but Tod has been in your hands. If it weren't for that accident where Amanda met him by chance, Tod would be dead by now, killed by you long ago." Tony: "..." What had they found out? The old man was also shocked by this. "Mark, what's going on? You're the one who captured Tod?" The old man's gaze was as sharp as a knife. The eldest son was very selfish. If it weren't for the shares of the Reed Group that he held, the eldest son wouldn't be so good to them. The third and second sons were the most conscientious, but they didn't have the drive or ambition of the eldest.

I struggle to get out of his hold , my cries falling onto deaf ears as our safety is what he is concerned about. “ Tell your mutt to stand down!” He yells at my very calm mother , whose fingers are interlocked with eachother in front of her. “Neko…sit…” my mothers voice calm and collected as she orders the wolf who listens to ger instantly. There was something about my mother’s eyes that shined with acceptance. “Stop this!” I hear Andrew’s voice bark from behind me. He walks to Xavier and snatches the iron rod from him. “Why –“ My husband snaps his head to Andrew as the only weapon he had to protect us were taken away.

Never him, whatever he is planning, I can deal with it later, for now, what matters is he got the book. He approached the book, it is now laying in the ground after Jonathan was sucked inside it. He crouched down and picked it up carefully, savoring the moment. At last, the book is his, the 3rd Seal has been broken. This is it, his victory, all of his preparation, his planning, it all leads to this, him acquiring the book.