It Takes What It Takes Novels & Stories

A Mercedes-Maybach was stopped in front of the Heavensgate Residence. Itijah sat at the back of the car. His eyes gleamed with a sinister glow as he gently tapped on his crutch with his fingers. "Perhaps… This is the last resort." He would do anything for the Emersons. Many years ago, Itijah would go so far as coveting and essentially stealing the inheritance that Walter had prepared for his wife and son. It was because he prioritized his family more than anything else.

He told me. "But I can advance to the next one, while still retaking the old ones, right?" "I'm sorry, but that won't be possible. You've failed too many, but the ones you haven't, do the impossible to save them." I sighed in defeat. I left his office and went back home. Well, I'll still save the ones I can. ......... I put Liv down for a nap on my bed and I took one with her. I need sleep, I'm sleep deprived.

“You’re my brother, Kyle. We may not share blood, but we share everything that matters. I made Dad a promise. I told him I would take care of you. And I meant it.” He let out a shaky breath, the tension in his shoulders unravelling slowly. “I just don’t want you to regret this.” “I won’t,” she said softly. “As long as it helps you, I won’t.” There was silence for a while, the hum of machines surrounding them, the rhythm of shared grief and unspoken hope. Eventually, Kyle nodded. “Okay. Then I’ll go. I’ll fight. I’ll do every single treatment, no matter how awful.”