Stay Away From My Son Novels & Stories

“You can go now.” I nodded and then I walked out of the room. My legs felt heavy. Today was indeed a bad day. I walked out and I saw Mr Reilly standing at the parking lot. I tried to fasten my steps as I was stopped by his voice. “Whatever you think you are doing you have to stop it now.” He said. I turned. “My son is engaged and would be getting married soon, do yourself the favor of staying away from him or I would handle it my way. He then turned and entered into his car.

He ruined my life as well as his own happiness. "We cannot fix this rule. Focus on the life you choose. All I want is to be with my son. Nothing else." I turned away from it and started walking away. "I'll take them to your condo tomorrow," I smiled widely, but Remon didn't see it because I turned away. "I'll watch them."

“You have to stay away from that boy. He’s no good for you. Do you understand?” “Why?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “He has a reputation. Trust me when I tell you he’s not the kind of man you want in your life.” My dad has always been strict about letting me go out with boys, especially boys older than me. “I don’t want you to mix with him or any of his family. Do you understand?” he asks again. “I absolutely forbid it.” He’s never spoken to me so sternly. Swallowing, I nod.

"Just focus on the task I gave you. Maybe Mikel took her but that shouldn't worry you" "My son isn't going to do anything. I don't want him involved in your lives and I want him far away from here since he's fine now. Please, spare us". I glanced at her but said nothing and left them there. However, Izan's voice floated into my ear "what is wrong with you, mom?"

And I think that’s what his parents are trying to say. Not about him being distracted over love. It’s about him being distracted over an ordinary woman who he had to save so many times before from so many strange situations. They want to tell me I don’t deserve their son. “I completely understand,” I say even though I want to cry. “I’m sorry for everything. I wil tell him to keep his distance and his time organized.” Sofia smiles. “It would be good if you keep yourself busy too.” Another translation: leave my son alone.

John smiled as his son kissed him, then turned to look at me. But I kept my head down and ate in silence. I kept my expression neutral. Even though Stacy had left, our relationship was no longer the same. John clearly sensed it too, so he tried everything to make it up to me. A month later, while eating, he suddenly said, “I heard that your father has not been doing well lately. I’ll go back with you to pay him a visit.” I agreed, called my parents, and set a time. They were delighted.

Ever. “Stay away from my son, you’re draining the life out of him. He’s young and he has goals, and you. You’re just a distraction. You’ve managed to put a rift between the boy and his father; I’m sure you’re happy about that. But that’s none of my business, I just need you to stay away from my little boy, he’s not the reason for your failed relationship with Marco.” And with that the line went dead again.

she said, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, no.” I shook my head. “He knew I was going. We just had a little tussle about it before I left.” “Whatever it was, he was livid about it. I’m saying this because I want you to be careful,” she said, giving me a warning look for me to understand she was talking about. “His father does nothing to scold his son, so you might want to keep a physical distance if you go there,” she advised. “Thank you,” I replied with a faint smile.

Messing with me was one thing, but messing with my son was crossing the line. Liliana looked shocked at my reaction. "Don't overreact Clair. I just wanna....." "STAY AWAY FROM MY SON" I yelled

That's the golden rule. I have to stay away from people like I have some sort of contagious disease when in fact the only reason I was avoiding them was so that the bacteria in my lungs wouldn't increase and my disease wouldn't get worse. In vice versa, they have to stay away from me like I'm a monster they should be afraid of.