Zevon Descendants Novels & Stories

“I have an idea, Thea.” “Huh?” Thea looked at Quincy and asked, “What is it?” Quincy said, “You have to return what you owe to the Xenoses. Otherwise, your family will be in deep trouble. On the other hand, the loans that your brother borrowed can be waived through the help of some powerful people.” Thea pulled at Quincy’s clothes desperately and pleaded, “You have to help me out.” “I’m not capable of helping you out. Although I’m the vice president of Transgenerational Group, I don’t have connections with anyone influential. There’s only a single person that can help you out─Zavier Watson.” Quincy looked deep into Thea’s eyes.

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

This made Zeno trust him even more. This person had the information and resources he wanted, plus weaknesses that could be exploited. He was truly the perfect cannon fodder candidate. Zeno had already planned how to use Barton as a chess piece after taking down the Desolate Ancient Sect, to target his two imperial brothers who remained in the dark. Oh, and his old father's shameless illegitimate son, Jasper! Zeno looked at the Desolate Ancient Sect before him, shrouded in clouds and mist with its protective barrier raised. A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

' With that, I ended the conversation and resumed what I was going to do before. I thanked Massimo by giving him a blow job before asking something that was bugging in my mind from the beginning, "What have you decided about Zavion?" Zavion was the real son of Gamma couples and now, they wanted him to come and stay with them in the pack for a while. Not just that, the moment he entered the pack, he found his mate, who was none other than Warrior Tito's sister who had recently arrived in the pack after learning about his brother's death.

he concise. “Just what the hell are you?” her distorted voice is filled with anger as she shouts. “Not what, who! For I am Chief Taruziva Chikanda and this is the last name you shall learn and be grateful, for you are the only one who has survived this long after hearing my name!” “So, you are a descendant of the man responsible for my death back then? I shall repay you with the same kindness that your ancestor showed me!” “Try you worst, demon!”

"Denizen’s people are putting them up in every dive bar and shipyard from here to the coast. Any idea why they're hunting your husband’s bloodline now?" In Havenfall, everyone knew Zack was a stray I’d pulled from Logan’s wreck. I’d spent three years burying the specifics of his heritage, sanitizing his history until he was just a "social project." The secret of what his blood could actually do—the leverage it provided—was a ghost I’d kept locked in a vault. "Blaise Denizen is a butcher," I said, referring to the Calypso Don. "If he’s hunting Volanas, he isn't looking to start a book club. He wants the leverage their DNA provides for those black-market labs."

: Sorin Araimis Zaveri stood at the pinnacle of his family's multi-billion-dollar empire, navigating a world of power and privilege with finesse. As the fourth-generation scion of the Zaveri dynasty, Sorin had been groomed from a young age to uphold and expand upon the legacy of his ancestors. His life was a whirlwind of boardroom meetings, global ventures, and philanthropic endeavors, all under the watchful eye of his family and the scrutiny of the public eye.

Opening the door just as I stepped before it, Zaika was grinning at me. "Come in and tell me about this Vossler guy again," he said softly. Narrowing my eyes at his jest I exhaled in frustration. "I have explained this many times. Vossler is one of the original Dire Wolf kings and the last one still alive of the throuple between Madeline and the vampire Greyson. Our father is one of his descendants," I stated in exasperation. Laughing lightly, Zaika put his arm around my shoulders and led me to his balcony.

....... "Everything I do is for Zelle and only Zelle. Not you, not father, not anyone!" ---Zach. ....... "Let's see, H-E-I-R-B-E-R-T Fa-mi-ly..." Detective Val was scouring the internet for any information about Zelle's family. However, the search engine searched for something else instead. "Looking for an heir for the family?" "Family's Heir!" "Anglo-Welsh Herbert Family!" "John Herbert,"