Ignore Hubby And Son's Regret, Shining Now Novels & Stories

“We know you love Grace very much. Even if you guys get lost again, I'm sure Grace will still be fine in your hands." “No, Young Man. You don't understand how bad my brain is. Actually, I often don't understand it myself. At certain times, I fail to remember the way. Then at other times, I even forget the people I love. This messy old man really shouldn't be around an innocent baby like Grace.” Detecting the dense regret, Max and Gabriella spontaneously looked at each other. They realized that the pressure given by Julian was too great. Mister Hunt would not be able to be resurrected with their words.

he breathed, reaching out a trembling hand. Shocy hesitated, then stepped forward, his defiance melting away. "Father," he whispered, kneeling by the bed. "I'm so sorry." Masa's hand cupped Shocy's face, a single tear slipping down his cheek. "I know, son. I know." The room was thick with emotion, the air heavy with unspoken words. I watched silently, giving them the space they needed. The bond between father and son, despite everything, was still strong. It was a painful reminder of the complexities of loyalty and love.

Andrew saw it all through a failing tunnel—his brother, dead; Gabe, hollowing out on the spot; Jo, unmoving. Gabe crawled to her. “Jo… no. No, no—” He gathered her, hands slipping, cheek pressed to hers, whispering apologies like they were magic. The deck pitched a little and then a lot as another swell rolled under the hull. The idol shard lay where it had fallen, old and patient and ugly. Overhead, the smoke column thinned a shade. The bay breathed. The radio hissed and crackled with voices that were both too late and too far away to matter.

He deserved a present father not one split apart by regret. I sat up again, leaning back against the headboard. “What do you really want?” I whispered to myself. There was no quick answer. No dramatic clarity. Only a bitter honesty creeping in slowly: I couldn’t keep living by closing my eyes to what had happened today. I didn’t know how to fix this. I didn’t know if Ophelia could forgive me or whether she should. I didn’t know if Vivienne would allow me to close without hurting herself further. But one thing finally became clear, sharp as the light behind the curtains.

He doesn’t have to tell us that Vivian and Marvel are his concern; we can just tell. “Um, the new Luna and… and Valentine’s son kind of helped us figure it out.” “WHAT?!” Alpha Max roars. “Son? How the hell does my son have a son? And who is this new Luna? What the actual f**k, Nathan?!” “Alpha, your son found his mate. The human girl, Vivian, that he lost years ago through a misunderstanding. Well, it turns out she left him pregnant with his kid after their night together. She had a son. He is undeniably Valentine’s. Looks just like him and smells just like him too!”

She didn’t care that the person she was staring at was giving her the death glare, no, she kept on saying her mind. “He isn’t a father figure. One time he doesn’t want the boy and the next he wants him desperately. But now I know the reason why he asked for someone whom he didn't even know for seven years all of a sudden. He didn’t even care if the child was dead or not, all he wanted was to get his son back because of his selfish gains!” She spat out angrily. I look between the two of them, one is angry, remorseful, and hurt at the same time while the other is livid and won’t hesitate to take the nearest item to hurt the other.

His final request had been to see his own father before dying, but that man was too busy throwing a celebration party for the son of a dead comrade. I forced myself to stay conscious and went to see my son for the last time. Then, I sat by a river for a long time, until brilliant fireworks lit up the night sky. I instinctively took out my phone to take a picture for Henry since he had always loved fireworks. He had never asked for any, though sensible child that he had been. The fireworks exploded in the sky. They were brilliant and beautiful, and when they connected, they formed the faces of Matthew, Rose Xavier—the widow—and Zack.

My breath caught in my throat as I replayed the message over and over, each time the reality sinking deeper. I stared at the screen, my mind whirling, unable to focus. This wasn’t just a game anymore. It never had been. The truth was darker than I’d ever imagined, and now it was all unraveling. “You will regret this,” I whispered under my breath, staring at the message, my grip on the phone tightening. But there was no going back now. Not after hearing those words. The pieces were finally starting to fit, and nothing—nothing—would stop me from uncovering the whole truth.

Just like father, she has been so excited about the prospect of her son getting married, hence her disappointment. “I will appreciate it if you respect my decision." Father said, his voice cold but firm. Wiping my eyes with the back of my palm, I raised my head slowly only to bury it almost immediately. Though it was brief, I was able to capture the look of pity the Blackwoods wore on their faces. “Mom, we should leave." Ethan said and a few minutes later, the creaking of a door being shut indicated I was left all alone in the hall. “I shouldn't have told him." I muttered, digging my hand into my nails, my eyes burning with tears.

This individual identified himself as a father. “William also happens to be my son, and the marriage is vital for both of the families that we share. Since Hughes was concerned about his daughter, I feel that we should not make things difficult for both of us. I have a great deal of pain for my baby, Henry, and unfortunately, there is nothing I am able to do to bring him back," Winston raged at Jayla when she was unable to understand that they could not allow their current circumstances to ruin their future.