Youngblood Chapman Novels & Stories

Kian pried her mouth open and poured a vial of wolfsbane-infused water down her throat. Then he handed one to their father, their mother, and finally, to himself. Afterward, he grabbed the canister of gasoline by the door and spilled it across the room as Leila began to scream. Kian pressed the lighter, and flames ignited instantly. “You’re insane! All of you! Let me out! I don’t want to die!” Kian sat quietly, letting the fire consume his body. He stared at her struggling form and asked calmly, “The four of us together, forever. Isn’t this what you always wanted?”

Ch-1 --------------------- [A naïve son tries to help his father get a reluctant mom to expand their tiny family. He makes several mistakes; thank heaven for mistakes.] * Never in the history of the world was there a better little boy than me. Well behaved, devout, celibate before marriage, it was truly an admirable litany. That all changed after I turned 18, but it wasn't my fault...really.

He wondered what kind of techniques they practiced. In the chamber, an old man sat cross-legged. His body was emaciated, and he looked normal, but there was a hidden, terrifying, cold aura about him. That was Samuel Chapman—Elder Chapman. Danny and the others quickly walked forward and respectfully greeted, "Elder Chapman!" Samuel was not originally a Chapman. He had joined them in his youth and changed his name. He was over a hundred years old. Everyone in the Chapmans respected him. Thanks to him, the Chapmans had risen to its current status. They would not have come close to matching the Golden Liberty without him.

As we walked deeper inside, she suddenly cried, "So, this is where you ran off to!" Jeremy nodded at her as I watched in confusion. Mabel grabbed my hand. "This is the new streamer I told you I discovered. He's not too bad, right?" Jeremy smiled at me. I pursed my lips and said, "Uh-huh." "How about we switch, Sasha? I'll take Lee, and you can have this rookie." I hesitated. Mabel said, "Look, it's settled. Lee has experience in streaming, so I'm perfect for the job. You can take Jeremy under your wing."

Touching his hair, she whispered, “I love you.” His eyes lit. “I love you. I’m so glad we got stuck together in this cabin. Even if you almost killed me.” “You deserved it.” Growling, he kissed her, showing her exactly what she really deserved. Phin Younger had graduated from high school at the age of sixteen and had earned his bachelor’s from Oregon State before he could even drink legally. By the age of twenty-three, he’d earned his law degree and had been hired by one of the best firms in Portland.

He led me up the stairs showing me different pictures and explaining who was in them. There were pictures of a younger Simon and his wife when they got married, then pictures of them with a baby girl, she must be Elijah's mother, the pictures continue as the child grows into a teenager, her smile seems to dim, her eyes sad and she looked like she was forced to take the pictures. The pictures stop after her high school graduation and then there are pictures of Simon and Elijah, the youngest picture of Elijah was from his high school graduation then it goes on to his college graduation, master's, and when he is made CEO of Warren Media. Initially, Elijah's expressions matched that of his mothe

Vasha was using my phone to talk to her father, Andrei Krovopuskov. A quick Google search pulled up pages and pages on the self made billionaire, detailing his success and best business practices; but I was more interested in the several charities he donated to, and the kindness of his character. Vasha was blessed with his mossy green eyes and full lips. Had she never dyed her hair, she would have shared the same dirty blonde shade as her dad. He looked awfully young, but then, Vasha admitted he fathered her at only seventeen years old. That means he’d be in his early forties. As shitty as her childhood had been, it gave me comfort knowing now that Andrei had found her, she’d always have fam

Yeah, So not weird. “I have to go back to the table.” I slid away easily or that was what I thought. Because Mr Young pulled me back by my wrist and without missing a beat, grabbed my hips and placed me on the counter - like I weighed a feather. He was standing too close for my liking, I had never seen him up this close. I could see everything, his dark long eyelashes that connected to his eyelid or the way his eye colour seemed lighter and fuller. Mr Young is indeed the most beautiful man in the whole universe, there was a small frown on lips which I wanted to smoothe over so much.