The Third Son A Novel Novels & Stories

What the fuck? Sy is leaning over Amory’s shoulder, and it’s almost uncomfortable to watch as she crosses her legs and leans back into him as the three of them are laughing. He looks down on her lovingly, like a father in awe of their child! I’ve met three of Sy’s kids, all from different women, and none are from his wife. All boys, all assholes! His youngest is Amory’s age. I haven’t seen him since he was like ten and I was thirteen, but supposedly he’s going to be a football star. I’ll believe it when I see it, since he was a crybaby back then and probably still is!

And looking at the picture of him and the triplets, I can't exactly blame her. I've seen newspaper clippings of him from when he was younger, my mother was even at his wedding, because she was engaged to his brother. Yes, when he discarded her like yesterday's trash, he gave her over to his brother like she was just some pawn in his chess game. The man was hot then, and he is hot now. His sons are no different, and apart from their eye color, they are almost carbon copies of him. I don't know how any straight woman would be able to resist them. And they're one of the richest families in the world, how unfair is that?

“You don’t have to do this, Chris…he’s just a little boy, they are your sons, our sons” “Don’t make excuses for him! Don’t make excuses for them! You know what’s bad enough than having triplets? Having them turn out to be useless Alphas. One boy is a freak, the other can barely hold his ground with a voice like that. I get rid of them and we can go back to how we used to be, Cat. Connor is perfect. Connor is the son I was destined to have. Triplets are cursed didn’t you hear the myths? If the two sons are out of the picture, no one, absolutely no one will look down on us- “

I didn’t really want a third party to intervene, even though I was sure Eros had already received a bunch of lectures from Adonis. “I will find something out.” “Find something out? You’re not thinking about living by yourself, are you?” “If my parents suddenly have some problem with me staying in that house just because I’m married, then I’ll fucking have to,” I grunted and Niana’s eyes went wide. It startled as well me. No one had ever heard me talk with so much disapproval, because I had always gone along with everything. Solano entered the room, wearing a grey t-shirt and slacks. His signature look was his trimmed beard and side locks. He examined our faces and the heavy environment aroun

“The child is the final key. Born of the Bridge and the War.” Luciano whimpered weakly in my arms, silver light flickering beneath his skin again. Panic ripped through me. “You will not take my son!” I screamed. The sigils in the sky rotated faster. “It is not a taking,” the third figure corrected. “It is a correction.” And suddenly— Everything aligned. Shadow behind us. Law above us. War at my side. And my child is glowing in my arms. Three factions. One bridge. And one impossible choice.

Seeing me awake, his face immediately softened with concern. "Does it still hurt?" I shook my head, eyes drawn to the two tiny bundles in his arms. "Let me see the children…" He gently placed the swaddled infants beside me. Our perfect little angels slept soundly. Our daughter was my mirror image; our son—my heart skipped a beat—was the spitting image of Prince Carlson. "The King has decreed their names," my husband said, his voice rich with pride. "Anthony and Angelica Wilfred." He caressed my cheek, his gaze soft.

Outwardly a gentleman but nothing more but a thieving priest in suit. Real estate, Hotels and recreational services and establishments were under Greg Clawson's control. The first born biological son of Elder Clawson. It was one of the fairly large departments the company owned and one of the easiest to manage but a fool would always remain a fool. Somehow he always managed to screw it up. The department was lagging behind and deep in debt as he had continuously been siphoning the money into stock investments that always seemed to crash. In business he was no more than an imbecile. His hatred for his second son who had from the beginning been much more acknowledged by grandfather wasn't then

You wouldn't have the chance to pick fights with us right now! "I want you and your things out of this apartment in 30 minutes! Otherwise, I don't mind giving you a lesson on the basics of law!" I was very lucky that I was born in a country with proper laws. That way, I could always use the law to protect my own rights. … The next day, I just arrived at the company when I was notified that people claiming to be my son's in-laws were causing trouble outside the company. It turned out that Yolanda and Pamola were hugging each other while wailing at the top of their lungs. Mathias kept talking shit about me looking down on them and plotting against them to make sure that they'd never succeed in

And in the end, Shreyaanz had no choice but to oblige. Though he would never admit it aloud, the thought of a family that full—of laughter, of chaos, of tiny footsteps echoing through the halls—had tempted him more than he cared to confess. Though, their first son would always be Uzair. Their first son, long before fate decided to give them another. Still… pregnancy had turned her into a far more dangerous force altogether. Frankly, Shreyaanz feared her mood swings far more than he had ever feared bullets. A gunshot, at least, gave you a warning.

“You caused it.” “I can fix it.” “She will die if you do not let her go.” The man in black didn’t move. My father took one slow step forward. “You have three seconds.” The man in black lifted his chin. “Or what.” “Or I shoot you between the eyes,” my father said, “and take back every year you stole from us.” The alley filled with the crack of distant shouting. Security spilled out onto the fire escape above. Flashlights pointed down. Voices echoed.