No Longer Your Son Novels & Stories

“Point of corrections, our son and I have all right on him as well. I can see my son anytime and any day I like, so you can’t call me and be telling me to stay away from my own son” “The son, you don’t care about. The son that you said that you are not here for that its money you are after. Do you want to put my son’s life in a risk? You know what you have put yourself into so face it all alone and don’t involve my son in it”

"No one wanted the accident to happen. I did not want the accident to happen, honey." "Do not call me that trash of an endearment. My love for you is long gone, a long time ago." "Please, do not be like this. Please. I am not at fault for what happened to our dearest son. It is just fate that made him this way. I am no God to control everything, including his life." "As usual, you do not have the courage to own to your mistakes. You did not change, a single bit, after all these years."

"Thank you for raising me all these years. But…" He curled up his lips into a smile, "I can't bear it. From now on, I don't have parents and you two don't have a son anymore. I choose to cut ties away from the Hughes family. Maybe I will still be called Steven Hughes. But… I'll never admit that you two are my parents anymore." "Since you guys only care about yourself, never once think about what I think or treat Denise as your own daughter… In fact, you guys are better off without kids."

Father told her. “Why does it matter?” both father and I looked at her with questioning gazes. What did she mean by that? “Why do you look confused and wasting my time when you know that your son no longer has a mate?” father and I shared a look. She stood. “It doesn’t matter what I tell you now because it will not change destiny. Your son has already altered his by rejecting his mate. There is nothing anyone can do now. Please leave.”

"Don't fucking talk to me like a damn child. I'm going to tell you this just once, Eveline, and you damn sure better listen. I am a grown man. I’m not your little pet project. I have more things to worry about than your temper tantrums. I just attended my father's funeral a little over a week ago, and you haven't even so much as given me time to grieve. He was your husband, and you just went on with your life as if it's no big deal." "People grieve in different ways, Son." Stepping nose to nose with her, he gritted his teeth. "Don't call me son. You are not my mother, and you never were. You're nothing more than a gold-digging bitch. If it wasn't for you having such control of my finances an

“You just stopped seeing me as more than your cleanup boy.” “You think you can run this company without me?” “I already am.” He chuckled bitterly. “You’re too much like me to admit it, but you’ll regret this.” “Maybe,” I said, turning toward the door. “But I’ll regret it less than marrying Claudia.” His voice followed me. “You walk out that door, and you’re no longer my son.” I paused, hand on the knob. “You stopped being my father the day you sold your soul for a deal.”

“That’s it. That’s the limit, John. That’s the damn limit. We’ve tried to stop you. Everything burned to the ground, you broke all the bridges we tried to cross to get to you. There’s no way you’re coming back to us because this is all going to end in regret! Regret for you and me, but I’m going to leave it at that. I might forgive you because of who you are, but I can’t dump it all, and forget you did all these horrible things. From today onwards, you are no longer my son. I’ll bring the papers tomorrow. I’m disowning you!” His words echoed, and I watched him stomp away, watched his footsteps echo away… Watched him walk out of my life with stinging, and burning words.

"Dad…" Lucian declared, "From this day forward, you are no longer my son. You and I have nothing to do with each other."

I arched my brow as I watched him blow off, "Don't tell me you're scared, grandfather-" "Don't fucking call me that! You're not my son! You've never been my son and you never will be!"

he said angrily, "your son is bawling his eyes out, and you're comforting someone else's kid?" He reached out to grab Caleb, but I slapped his hand away. "We've already divorced, remember? We've settled this—he's not my son anymore. Don't you recall how he begged me to stay away so his precious Casey wouldn't feel upset? You should be happy. I only have Caleb now, no son to speak of."