Novel & Cerita Strongest Abandoned Son

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"

"Are you trying to say he's your son? With genes as poor as yours, there's no way you could have given birth to such an outstanding child. You just helped me raise him for a dozen years. Don't get so shameless as to think you're his real mom!" Before I could even respond, Aidan said coldly, "I already said that my mom died 18 years ago. Not just anyone can call themselves my mom. It's Ms. Sutton who raised me. She means more to me than my birth mother. If you keep talking trash, I'll have security escort you out." A warm rush bloomed inside me. Helen was right about one thing. Genetics was a major factor. Helen's genes were rotten. I had spent 18 years raising her son in my last life, but th

Without my mutative abilities to reinforce the camp's defenses, they wouldn't hold up much longer. I clenched my fist, my nails digging into my palm. Tomorrow would be day three. Emilia, this would be your last chance. The first light of dawn barely touched the horizon when I stormed out of the isolation room. Those gray-white streaks on my right arm had already spread halfway up my shoulder. A night had passed, and the air smelled even more rancid now. I could feel the zombies closing in. Without me as the primary fighter, the camp wouldn't last much longer.

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"

The broken, deranged man before me was Vincent Sorrentino. “Uncle Leo, Aunt Seraphina, you have a new baby now… please, let me come back to the family. I know I was wrong, I’m so sorry… please let me come home.” After he and Lena had their limbs broken, they’d never received proper medical care, and were left permanently disabled. Three years of poverty and suffering had reduced him to nothing more than a beggar. He’d told himself a thousand times he regretted running off with Lena, regretted every choice he’d made.

Plates and ceramic cups shattered across the floor, but no one cared. “Is that Matthew?” Mama exclaimed. “Yes, Mama!” My son possessed an unnatural amount of strength as he carried the incredibly heavy Matthew by himself. Zarek looked human, but the weight he was carrying seemed as though he were lifting the full weight of his father’s wolf. Thankfully, Zarek possessed the true strength of an Alpha, though he still groaned beneath the heavy and unconscious body of his father. This apartment had become our hiding place, our small refuge of temporary peace.

“But why?” He chuckles. “It’s time I let you in on a little secret Eric. I’m the son of Joseph’s secret love affair. You have another brother! Can you believe it?” he outstretches his arms mockingly asking for a hug, and when I don’t react, he laughs again. “Oh, that’s right. I’m the forgotten son. The one he abandoned. Left for dead. The one that nobody cared about. So, now, I’m going to destroy the Mador family. Obliterate all of you from existence. And sweet darling Cathy is going to help me do it.” His smile drops into a frown. “By dying.”

"When we were ten. She said he was weak. Said loving him made her weak. She abandoned all of us, disappeared, and our father nearly destroyed himself trying to get her back." I didn't say anything. Just waited. "He became obsessed," Ethan continued. "Stopped leading the pack. Stopped taking care of us. All he cared about was finding her, making her come back. The pack almost fell apart. Our enemies almost took Blackwood while our father was too broken to defend it." "We swore we'd never let that happen to us," Marcus said. "Never let a woman have that kind of power over us." "So when the bond formed with you," Davian said, his voice analytical, "we saw history repeating. We saw ourselves bec

"I tried my best to raise you properly, to teach you about love and respect. But I guess you really are your father’s son." She’d hung up then. Just clicked off, leaving me holding a dead phone, the silence roaring in my ears. You really are your father’s son.The words were a physical blow, knocking the air from my lungs. I’d spent my entire life despising the man who abandoned my mother and me for another woman. I swore I’d never be like him. I built walls, controlled everything, distanced myself to avoid his weakness, his betrayal.

MAX I could sense that my son and his mate needed some time alone. She needed some time alone with him to help soothe her aching heart. She learned that her mother not only abandoned her for a vampire, then became one, but she is now also aware that the coven her mother belongs to might be involved with her abusive ex.