Strongest Abandoned Son Novels & Stories

"Robert also made many mistakes. I didn't know my son was alive until recently. I mourned him! I suffered his loss, unlike that person you claim is the father of my child!" "He is the most imperfect person I have ever known in my life." "That's no excuse to lock us in a house, alone, abandon us there, and then come to claim he was his father, as if he ever wanted to be, as if he ever desired it. He... he abandoned us. I will do whatever it takes to keep my son by my side. I won't let him use him for his own benefit. Now that he knows he's alive, he suddenly feels love, now he wants to be his father. What about before? What about then? Robert can't be a father, he himself has admitted it. Eve

He would have been exactly the right age. He had a son, Damian said hoarsely. Before Bas. Before me. A son he left here, in this forgotten town, to be raised by a grandmother who died six years later, leaving him alone in a system that eventually handed him directly to Marcus Whitmore. His hands were shaking now, the full, staggering horror of it finally, completely settling over him. My father abandoned a child here. And that child became Conti. Vivienne's phone buzzed sharply in her pocket, and she stared at it for a long, frozen moment before finally, with trembling hands, reading the message that had arrived at exactly this moment, as though he'd been waiting, patient and watchful, for t

The most powerful of them all managed to get the biggest chunk of land, while the others had smaller parts. It was Gavin’s great-grandfather who had fought in this war and was labeled the most powerful Lycan. That was passed down to Gavin, and in due time, it turned out that Gavin was also the most powerful after his great-grandfather passed away. “It must have been difficult for you to not have your parents around all the time,” I tell him, leaning against him. “I couldn’t imagine not having mine with me… even though I’m adopted. My parents are my rock.”

After a year of his marriage to his second wife, he had his second son. It was said that Colton favored the second son more than his eldest son. After the accident happened, Colton turned a blind eye to the abuse that his wife and his second son were doing to the eldest son. He did not stop his second wife when his eldest son was thrown into a desolate place without any proper help and treatment. The article showed a photo of the abandoned cabin. It wrote how Colton cruelly abandoned his comatose son on that desolate broken house all alone.

Despite my flesh rotting away, my soul did not dissipate. I experimented a bit and found that my soul could only stick close to my mother, Jean, or my brother, Tanner. The sight of my body didn’t draw tears out of Jean Blue. Instead, she froze for a moment before giving Tanner a call. Like a child who did something wrong, she was eager to find someone to lean on. “Graham’s dead. “His belly had sunk in. I locked him in the cellar and forgot to bring him food. He starved to death.

As if all my words were meaningless noise. "Your mother is the perfect example." My fists clenched at my sides. “Just look at her life. Abandoned first by her husband, then by her son. And in the end? She died a meaningless, painful death. She died the way she had come to this world: alone. Her entire life was like a bad joke, wasted and thrown away on men who never valued her.” I let out a low, cruel laugh. "That is your inheritance, Abigail. That is what is waiting for you.”

“Not at the time.” “I know,” her mother said. “That’s what makes it true.” She dropped her hands. “Your mother. Margaret. She was a good woman?” “She was extraordinary,” he said. Her mother looked at the frame on the wall. At her husband’s handwriting. At the last line. She stood there for a long time and nobody spoke because nobody needed to. Then she put the photograph album on the kitchen table. She opened it. Thomas Adeyemi at twenty. At twenty-five. At thirty-one, the year he died, which was the age Bianca was now. A man who looked like his daughter who looked like her daughter. Three generations of the same face carrying the same certainty.

“Veronica’s pack is powerful. Influential. You think they’re going to stand by and watch you throw that away for a girl with no name and a fucking scent that got you hard? You think your father is going to let this happen?” He stepped in front of me now, blocking the hallway like he was guarding a door to hell. “Your dad is going to kill you once he finds out. Do you understand that? You’re the next Alpha. You’re not some rogue mutt running after his dick. You’re bloodline. Legacy. Chosen.” I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care. But I saw red the second he said throw it away. And I snapped. I shoved him hard in the chest, eyes burning.

He was my rock, and I knew all the way to my core that Thomas was someone I could rely on implicitly. Between being bitten, killing two innocent girls, being shot, and being kidnapped by insane prisoners, I couldn't think of one time Thomas left me high and dry. He would never abandon me, which was more than I could say about my actions. I'd abandoned him when he suffered from guilt after his best friend's horrific accident. Thomas had told me that his mother abandoned him years ago. It was easy to assume he connected my awful behavior to her's. His mother and her abandonment would always be his greatest weakness. It killed me that she did that to him. The odds were ridiculously low, but if

I was the undisputed queen of high society. My arranged marriage to the city's wealthiest tycoon bloomed into genuine love, and together we had a son. But tragedy struck. A sudden car crash killed my husband on the spot and left our son in a comatose state with almost no chance of waking up. To protect the family empire, I adopted Josiah Barnes from an orphanage, grooming him strictly to heir-level standards. I gave him enviable status and limitless resources, with only one request. He had to complete a strategic alliance by marrying Charlotte Thorne, heiress to the Thorne family. Yet at my birthday banquet, Josiah showed up with his arm wrapped around a pregnant ex-con, demanding a show