My Son My Hero Novels & Stories

“Benita, he’s fine. Let’s not make this bigger than it needs to be.” I shook my head, glaring at both him and Darius. “You don’t get to decide how big a deal this is. He’s my son. You don’t know what it means to think your son is missing.” Theo tugged at my sleeve, his small voice breaking through my anger. “Mommy, don’t be mad. I liked watching them. They’re really strong, like superheroes!” My heart softened at his words, and I sighed, brushing a hand over his curls. “We’ll talk about this later,” I said, my voice gentler now.

"Joshua might listen, or he might not. I believe he can endure not seeing my face until I die. I understand how much he hates me, because out of million people in the world, I knew him the best." Parents know their children the best. It was true. So, Celine wondered how the strong bridge between a father and son has collapsed. What is their stories? But before she could even ask, Harvhey opened his lips. "One day, my son hid inside my cabinet. I knew he was there. But I pretended I did not know. Then a friend of mine came inside that room. We argued while my son was watching in silent. My Joshua saw me as his hero, his life, the person he admires. But that day, everything changed. I killed m

Mr Lee smiled, "so, I see you drew your father in this portrait" little Jude nodded with a smile, "of course grandpa, first you are my hero, then daddy. You two are the best hero's ever" "and why do you call us your hero's?" Mr Lee lovingly asked his grandson. "well, because everyone is scared of grandpa and grandpa gives orders and everyone listens to what grandpa says... I want to be like you when I grow up...and oh, daddy is also my hero cause he protects mummy. I want to be just like daddy too, so I can protect mummy"

I heard from far away the voice of my son asking quietly of the man and without taking his eyes off me, he gave a terse nod of his head. “Yes, that soldier right there is a Hero. A Canadian hero that’s celebrated yearly by the people of Alberta.” He supplied the answer still with that hot gaze flaring passionately at me. I felt drenched in ice and fire simultaneously as I returned his look with one of my own. “Hmmm, I wish he is still alive so I can meet him. I love Heroes and I wish to meet one in my lifetime.” My daughter said pensively, and the man spared her a brief smile of understanding before returning his gaze hotly to mine.

Grant gave up her career to help fulfil my son's dream of traveling the world. If I had not seen Jason's social media page, I would not have known that my wife had accompanied another child to travel around the world. I held my son's icy hands, feeling a pang of grief overwhelming me. At that moment, Vivian called. "Charlie, Luke got full marks on his exams. His wish was to have his Daddy and Mommy travel around the world with him. As you know, he doesn't have a mother, so I couldn't bear to watch him not get his wish. We'll return in three days. We can have the surgery for Andy then."

My son. My oath.

“You used her, you turned an innocent little girl into a weapon for your vile acts.” “Please stop this,” I call out. Father's disappointed stare that he never reserves for me pins me and I shake my head in apology already, not knowing what wrong I've done. “I knew you would do something stupid but I hoped you'd find out a little too late.” he says, “You just had to be the hero my dear, huh? Even after I've told you never to be.” “You tried to kill him,” I swallow. Father has rules against me playing the hero because I could end up in this exact situation, but how the hell was I supposed to just stand there and let them kill the only man who has ever put me first?

Now, I stood in the penthouse suite of Verity Hotel, wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, my tie discarded hours ago. The city lights of New York shimmered beyond the massive windows, casting a golden glow into the room. On the sofa, a small two-year-old boy slept soundly, his tiny arms wrapped around a stuffed bear. His breathing was soft, his face peaceful, as if the world around him wasn’t full of chaos. Hero Verity. My son. I still remembered when Freya chose that name. “Because he's our hero, Alaric. He'll grow up to be strong, full of love. He'll be everything good in you.”

"But I'm glad I did it." I moved to stand beside Lucas's bed, looking down at this boy who had shown more courage than most adults ever would. My son. My brave, selfless son. "Lucas," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I'm so proud of you. What you did today was incredible. You gave your brother life. You're a hero, son." Lucas's expression changed immediately. His eyes went cold, and he turned his face away from me. "I didn't do it for you," he said quietly but firmly.

She had asked gently. “Because every time I close my eyes, I dream of monsters.” He had told her in tears. “Monsters? In my son’s room? Oh, they must be joking. My son, anytime you dream of monsters, just think of Steven J and the monsters will disappear.” She had told him in a soft voice. “Why will they disappear? Who is Steven J?” He had asked his mum and remembering her response even now, Tom shivered. “Steven J is our hero and with him in our thoughts and mind, no monster can touch us. So just think of him and he will slay the monsters for you.” She had told him with a smile and a kiss to his forehead.