Novel & Cerita My Son My Hero

I had to start fending for myself . And As for how I got red , that's a story I don't wanna think about . " Mom ... I'm done Already " I heard my son's voice and I smiled . No matter the shit I've passed through , Red has been my biggest motivation to keep going , I love my Son till death . He's currently five and would be turning six soon . We got out and i board a taxi to his school immediately we got there , I bent to his level . " Listen here Red danger " I said and he chuckled .

"My daughter's biological father was a war hero!" "A war hero?" Miriam blocked our path. "You say he's a hero—who's going to believe that?" She stepped closer, almost right in our faces. "I'd advise you to drop this. Save your energy and start reconsidering your options. Some schools just aren't meant for certain people." Mom's hands were shaking with rage. "What business is it of yours? What we do is our own business!" Miriam let out a scoff and brushed past us. But as her bodyguards followed, one of them deliberately shoved Mom—hard. She tumbled down the wet steps, landing in a heap on the soaked pavement.

Because he was opening the letter. The handwriting was elegant. Beautiful. His mother's. “To my son, If you are reading this, then I have already failed.” Grayson stopped breathing. Savannah quietly took his hand. He kept reading. “I pray you grow surrounded by love. I pray you grew free. Most of all, I pray you never became what they wanted.” Tears blurred his vision. “You were never born to rule. You were never born to conquer. You were born to heal. Remember that.

"I thought I was going to die, Mom. I really thought—" "Shh. You're safe now. You're safe." "But he's not. He's dying because he saved me. What if—what if he doesn't make it?" "He will. He's strong. He'll fight." I hoped that was true. Prayed it was true. Because if Kang died—if he died saving my son—I'd never forgive myself for doubting him. For pushing him away. For thinking the worst. He was a hero. A real hero. And I'd been wrong about him.

I give him reassurance, his body relaxing slightly from my words of encouragement. “See I was right…” “About what?” “About you being a superhero…you were in my dream again.” “I was?” “The moon goddess was welcoming me, but I could hear you behind me calling me back.” I’m silent, thinking on what he just told me. I couldn’t get too involved with him, too attached. He was the son of my enemies; my son is dead because he lives. It was my son that was born to be the heir, not Athan. Perhaps his condition is justice from their trickery, denying what fate had intended.

"Because you are a hero, Michael. A hero and a man who loves from his heart. Your fiancée sees that. Why does Leon always thank you?" "Because I helped him", I whispered. "And what nickname did Leon give you? As well as Sebastien?", Mr Quinn probed. I closed my eyes. "Héros." Hero. "You are one", Mr Quinn leaned back. "And your father is clearly the loser in this case." "He was always a loser", I ran my hands through my hair. I looked to the side of the office, my arms resting on my legs. My vision got blurry. I recalled on fall morning, one where I had been 7.

Theodore's slightly reddened face, which was simmering with fury, paled instantly at those words. His voice trembled as he tried to explain, "It was just temporary. Janice, I know you're angry because we lied to you. Scott and I both realized how wrong we were. I came here with Scott to apologize to you." He gave Scott a nudge. Scott bit his lip and walked over to me, handing me a bouquet of carnations. "I'm sorry that I lied to you. Please forgive me." Scott was my son, after all. I still felt a close bond to him as his mother.

“Sorry! I didn’t see you!” But I see him. Golden curls. Big eyes. Freckles just like mine. A tooth is missing in the front. His cheeks flushed from play. Leo. My son. I swallow hard, blinking back the sudden sting in my eyes. Don’t cry. You can't scare him away. “It’s okay,” I murmur, my voice a broken whisper. He grins, looking over my armor and heavy coat. “You’re a warrior? That’s so cool! I’ve never seen a girl warrior before.”

painted all over his face. “Hey man ! What happened to you ? And who is your mate ?” Chester asked our son before he could slip past us. “It is Beta Zane’s son, Dad ! And I hate his very guts,” he huffed, clearly pissed off. “I am going to reject him !!” he added. What the fuck ?!

I told him frankly that this would likely be the last time he saw his father. Oscar's response surprised me. He refused firmly without hesitation. "He's not my father. A father like him isn't worth remembering at all." I nodded in agreement and pulled him into a hug. It seemed my son had matured from this ordeal.