Strongest Abandoned Son Novels & Stories

he asked slowly, eyebrows furrowed. I blinked. What? “I don’t know how she found you, but she did. I wanted this meeting to be just us,” he muttered. “But we’re not finished. I’m coming back. We’re going to talk about your brother. My other son. The one your mother abandoned.” “Stop spewing your lies!” I roared. “That was my mother. And you killed her!” “She deserved it,” he said—and vanished into the wind. “Are you okay, man?” Jerome asked through mindlink.

“Are you already disowning me? I am no longer your dear son anymore? We've been through a lot together in our lives. Shared our pains together, betrayal, struggles and on lonely nights, we only have each other's shoulders to lean on. And you gave up on me so soon? Fine, I agree that this couple are my parents but you feel nothing to give up our relationship so soon? You can't stand up to your motherly rights? Okay. If you feel so easy to let me go, I'll also forget about the relationship I shared with you. I'll leave for England first thing tomorrow morning and I will never return to see you again. Neither you nor my parents will find me. I don't need you guys in my life anymore” Andre blurt

How to look back when you know that there is the past of your son that you have already decided, and the worst was that the future you made is uncertain. John, my boy… Father’s voice was low, muffled, guilty. Whatever John said, he would not understand. The child in him would not have understood why his father abandoned him in that hospital instead of fighting for him, to give him strength. Now it was too late for regrets, John’s soul was already doomed, it was already shattered. How can Father Maxwell fight now or complete him when he too could not forgive himself for abandoning his own son in the clutches of his cruel destiny? A destiny that he himself drew and did not give him the right t

“We told you that so you wouldn’t dig deeper. But the truth is… he’s our son. Our real son. We gave birth to him.” I backed up. My back hit the wall. “No. No, no, no,” I muttered. “Then who am I?” “You… you were adopted.” I stared at them, mouth agape, struggling to breathe. “And that boy, he’s not just any boy. He’s a psychopath,” my dad added, his voice now low and heavy. “That’s why we threw him away. That’s why we abandoned him.” “What the actual hell are you saying?” My voice was barely there. “You threw away your own son? You called him a psychopath?!”

And now, this— “My son,” he muttered, clutching the table so hard that his knuckles turned white. “My son…” He leaned back on the chair, his heart pounding fast, pain crawling through his chest. His eyes burned as tears slowly fell. He had been looking at Savannah all those months, wondering why the little boy beside her looked so familiar. Now he knew. Liam — his son. The son he never held. The son he abandoned without knowing. He stood up and slammed the table with his hand. “No!” His voice echoed through the room. “They kept this from me! Savannah hid him from me!”

“To what…?” He reached over and brushed a strand of hair from my face, like I was a child. Or a doll. “To everything. You’ve gotten close to Caspian. That makes you valuable.” I tried to move. I couldn’t feel my legs. “I knew you were lying when you said Caspian is your son.” His smile didn’t fade. “No. Caspian is our son. That much is true.” He leaned closer, breath reeking of drugs and meth. “But you see… the part I didn’t tell you—he abandoned us. He is cold and heartless. Left us like trash while he enjoy his fancy life. I only want to give him what he gave us.”

It is Marius, the father of my child, despite what he did to me… I still love him. Marius, with his impatient smiles, his too-quick gestures, his way of grabbing me by the waist as if he feared I would disappear. Marius, with his bursting laugh, his promises of storm, his arms where I felt invincible. Marius, who stole me and saved me all at once. But lately he was no longer the same. I knew he no longer loved me, he loves another… my own sister… Marius, the father of the child I carry.

If he cried, their world collapsed. The night I returned home, Carson couldn't accept it. After a dramatic breakdown, he climbed to the edge of the rooftop and screamed, "I've been abandoned! No one wants me anymore! I might as well die so Dad, Mom, and Jason can finally live happily together!" My parents lost their minds. Scrambled up to coax him down, then wouldn't leave his side for a second. Dad and Mom fed him fruit and snacks, coaxing him to eat, while I sat dizzy with hunger, ignored completely.

I retorted, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. Ryan let out a dry laugh, “You dirty little thing, You’re angry because I didn’t let you and your wretched mother mooch off of me.“ “Let go of my hand!” I muttered, wriggling harder. “Let go!” “Tell me, who’s the pathetic person you’re mooching off of?” He sneered, “Does he know that your father abandoned you because he couldn’t stand the sight of you?” Tears welled up as my heart pounded in my chest. “Leave me alone, Ryan!” I said, struggling now with all my strength. Unexpectedly, he let go of my hand, and instead, shoved me to the ground.

When Adrian Hale chose Rosalie Quinn for the tenth time, I was hanging helplessly over the cliff’s edge. He clutched a rope in one hand, the web between his thumb and forefinger worn raw and bloody. Rosalie was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. “Adrian, I’m scared…” He hesitated for only a second before pulling out a dagger and cutting through the rope on my side. “Clara, hold on. I’ll come back for you after I save Rosalie.” The system counted down in my ear. [The tenth abandonment has been confirmed.] [Life countdown: zero.] Before I fell, I didn’t wait for him to turn around like I had the previous nine times. I only smiled at him. “Adrian Hale, we’re even now.”