Take My Heart Not My Son Novels & Stories

He lifted his eyes to meet my face. I couldn't understand what he meant then so I answered, "Yes, Father." To get him off my back. "Hm," he hummed, "I wonder why my Son thinks he can't trust his Father with the matters of his heart." I instantly met his gaze when he said that. Too shocked to even respond as I wondered how he possibly knew… "What do you mean?" I managed to squeeze out when I saw that he wouldn't budge. "My Son conquered our enemies, restored our honour, and took back what rightfully belonged to us. But he forgot to take the most important thing he needed, his HEART. He forgot to take his heart along." He said pointing to his chest.

He took the piece of sweet and feed Arham and said :"Congratulations son " Arham father walk inside the washroom and spit the sweet , he look in the mirror and dangerously said :"No ,never you will never give birth to heir of this family Sarah .You can't be mother of my son's child .I will never let this gonna happen .Now you have to die with your unborn child .Poor child, he is dying without any fault ".He smirk and call someone and said :"Hello ,I ams sending pic and address.Kill the girl within two days, I don't want her to be alive do wahatever you want ".

he tells me, while his carving fades. For a minute, I thought about it. But in honesty, my head keeps smacking against me, while my heart tuggs consistently. I can handle the maybes, or might be. But having a clear view of a heartbreak caused by me, I'm not so sure, I'd ever get off that attrition. “And if you truly are wrong ?“ “You can do whatever you wish to me” “Whatever ?“ “Yes” he accepts, nodding gently. Thinking back for a moment, my hands reluctantly slipped into his grip, taking hold of his hands. He fastens his palm around, curling them in, as he leads me out, walking off the room.

Athena always remembers her father's message that she should always take care of her heart. “We are poor, Athena, but we must not be poor at heart. Fill your heart with kindness, then you will become a rich man before God.” And now her father is gone. In an accident at work, her father was hit by a rock while passing him upstairs. Her father worked as a construction laborer on an apartment building project and he died instantly. In the midst of this heavy rain, Athena's heart broke when she remembered her father, as well as when she remembered that the necklace of her father's pendant had been snatched by the evil Alex. Athena's tears flowed profusely. It felt like she'd better just die.

"Do not make this difficult. This is really urgent. I already arranged a driver to take you there. I will come back as soon as I can." He walked out, never glancing back. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing away the last flicker of hope I had. My fingers stayed curled, frozen in the shape he had left them. I thought, 'Ryan, I gave you one last chance. You were the one who threw it away.' I took out my phone and called my father, the richest man in the country. "I am ready to come home and take over the family business." Shock and joy filled his voice from the other end. "You are really willing to give up everything there?"

"I just so happen to need this heart as a teaching tool for my class. I also want to research a targeted cure for congenital heart disease. Her family will surely be honored if they know about this. Leave me be. I know what I'm doing." Wendy carefully stored my heart away and moved to leave with it. Ian spoke up once more, asking, "Are you going to study the heart for your daughter?" I dazedly wondered if Wendy had always loved me. Did she still think of me? "Of course. Yuna is only ten. I don't want her to suffer any longer. I must find the best possible treatment as soon as possible." That reply made me feel like I had been plunged into ice-cold water.

"I did not say anything." "You made a sound." "I made a sound because you mentioned him before you finished telling me about Ethan." She paused. "Think about that." I said nothing. "Baby." Her voice was soft. "Your heart still belongs to that man. You can call it whatever you want. You can dress it up in whatever story feels safe to you. But I am your mother and I know you, your heart still belongs to David Cole." "He shattered it Mama." I blurted. "He took the heart I gave him and he shattered it with a woman I hired. I walked away, am not walking back mum”. I exhaled. "The heart I have now belongs to someone else."

“Rebecca, he is your son. Our son. Don’t you even have a heart?” A heart? Did I even have one anymore? The last time I trusted my heart to make decisions, I was given five years of pain and suffering—and the worst part was I didn’t even notice because I was in love and I wanted a family. My face tilted past my shoulders, just for him to see the side of my face. “No. I don’t.” My eyes lowered as I turned fully away from him. “Lewis, take him out. I have important matters to attend to.”

My heart’s a thunderous roar in my ears. I’ve failed. Not just my son, but all of them.

“Thank you, mein Herz (my heart).” He leaned against me, his warmth an anchor in this sea of uncertainties. I now had two secrets. The first: that August was Tristan’s son. The second, and more dangerous: that the seed of admiration for Tristan, which I feared so much, had already been planted in my son’s heart. And I didn’t know if watering it would be his salvation or our damnation.