Who Is The Son Of Undertaker Novels & Stories

My heart started beating like drums as my chest rose up and down in fear. He knew what I was thinking and didn't try or say anything. He watched me with sympathy. That is when Bob came in and led me outside in the car where David was. I hesitated to get in but eventually did. Underworld? He- he's The Smith. The son of Raider. Th-they're..... M-mafias. *tears escape* H-He's gonna kill me.

“Apparently, our mother has had a visitor since our dad’s funeral.” “A visitor?” “Someone to warm her bed,” Carter clarified with a snarky tone. “Oh...” “Yep. And this person isn’t just anyone. Remember that big alpha from the funeral who came late?” Cain inquired. “Yes,” I replied. “It’s him.” “Oh, that is—” “That’s our uncle,” Carter cut in. “Yeah, I can see—” “And apparently, he’s our sperm donor too,” Cain retorted as he poured himself a fifth glass.

I replied and broke down sobbing. "WHAT? ARE YOU SURE?" he asked I nodded and replied. "Yes dad, I am sure" I replied. "Do you know who that man really was?" he asked I shooked my head. "No dad, I don't" "He is the son of the leader of hunters. His name is Alexander Steele son of Riccardo Steele he is the next in line to lead the hunters" Dad said this time I felt my knees weak and I fell down on the ground my mother and sibling ran towards me and hugged me.

His parents, Freddie Clarkson and Hannah Clarkson were at the son's bedside, looking at him with pained expressions. "Isn't that Wendell Hunt supposed to be the boss of the underground society of the Sunny city? His undeserving of that reputation. Your grandpa has instructed him to finish off that Jate Woods and Rogers Reaggan, but not only did he failed his mission. But he also got himself killed instead!" Freddie clarkson was burning with wrath as he spoke to his son.

“You people are dead. Do you know who I am? I am Henry Zimmern’s son. My father is a local aquaculture tycoon. You are dead! He will definitely destroy your whole family.” “You dumb b*tch, how dare you call for someone to deal with me? I will definitely have you killed. Your daughter is also dead.”

He seemed to realize that too. I nodded my head in answer to his question. “The man with whom you were last night. His father killed your mother and Philip. He is the biggest criminal in this country. That man is the son of ………. Maximilian Niles Decardo is the current head of The Decardo family. He is his heir.”

This time, he was dripping with even more unchecked arrogance. "This isn't the time for smooching, shitheads! You actually bought my scheme and thought I was scared of you? Ha! My dad is here now! You're all screwed! "My dad owns Beaushire's very own Joe's Dispensary! Joe Applebaum! That's right, I'm the heir, and you just pissed off my entire family!

I asked again, feeling very uncomfortable and impatient. "Oh, why don't I start with a proper introduction first?" He said. "My name is Juan Calaveros, son of Santiago Calaveros and the right hand man to the leader of this mafia group." My lips literally parted in shock, as I took in the information. Santiago Calaveros was dead, and he used to be the leader. I never knew he had a son, and isn't his son supposed to be the new leader? Why is he referring to himself as the "right hand", and to whom?

into the search bar and hit enter. The first result made his blood run cold. Marcus Hale, CEO of Hale Global Properties. Widowed. Estranged from only son, Tyler Hale. Tyler stared at the screen for a long moment. His hands started to shake. No. It couldn’t be. His father? The man he had not spoken to in years? The man who had cut him off and left him with nothing?

Still, the undertaker panicked after hearing what I said, and his voice quivered even more, “Maria, old people say that if you’re not given a proper burial, you won’t be able to rest in peace, remember? Do you really want to suffer even after death?” Being unable to rest in peace was not as scary as living, honestly. “Are you listening?” I snapped out of my thoughts and sat on the parapet. Cheekily, I decided to scare him a little. “You’re delaying my plans to die.” The undertaker was silent for a moment. Then, I heard him running even more hurriedly before I heard a loud shout. “I never owe anyone anything! Since I took your money, I’m going to be responsible for giving you a proper burial!