Take My Heart Not My Son Novels & Stories

"You're not going to kill your own father right?" I stared at him in disbelief as the flames grew brighter. I began walking towards him as my flames bound his arms and legs. His red eyes met mine. The only way to kill him was to take out his heart. My mother had revealed that it was his secret to immortality. His eyes widened in shock when I pushed my hand into his chest and grabbed his beating heart and yanked it out effortlessly. Tears streamed down my cheeks as his heart turned into nothing but ashes. "I'm sorry... putting your mother through hell and for never being the father you needed."

She said. I suddenly burst into laughter unintentionally. “Ma'am please can I just go???” I asked. “Look, it is funny but I am very serious about it dear….make him know what it feels like for one's heart to beat again…. right now, I know my son's heart is locked and doesn't feel anything so make sure he feels something again.” “With all due respect ma'am, I can't.” I said. “Why???” “Because have you seen me??? Who in his right senses would want to fall in love with me like this?” I asked.

he trailed off, his fingers biting into my upper arms, his nails probably cutting into my skin but that was nothing compared to the emotional agony I was drowning in right now. “Her son, where is her son?” Jace shouted, pulling me to his chest. I could hear his heart crashing loudly as he practically dragged me forward a step closer to the paramedic. “She has a four-year-old son. Where is he?” His voice rang with authority as he spoke. “They said they couldn’t get him.” The words sounded so far away. It was like I was fading off, like I was listening to everything from underwater. I clung to Jace, squeezing my arms around him tightly as if he could somehow save me from this pain that was slo

He saw the fierce commitment that had been missing when I ran off to box, the commitment he always wanted me to have. "You've chosen a difficult path, son," my father finally said. "A very difficult path that involves our entire network. You are asking us to risk decades of careful market stability on a relationship that is only a few months old." "No, Dad," I corrected. "I'm asking you to recognize that the son who ran away is gone. The man who replaced him loves his wife more than his own life. I need you to stop judging me for my past and start trusting my future."

She frowned. "You guys call me ungrateful, but did you ever treat me like your daughter? Did you ever act like parents to me?" She let out a bitter laugh. "And stealing from Helen? That's a joke. "Everything she ever wanted, I had to give up—my room, my grades, your love, my friends, my fiancé. I gave everything to her. Isn't that what you wanted? "From now on, she's your only daughter. Steven, Mateo—whichever one she wants, she can have. So tell me, what more do you want from me?"

“But I don’t want her. You two forced me in to marrying her and now you want me to be bound by her forever while all I feel is hate.” “My sweet boy, don’t take it on her. We are the ones you should blame for all this” His mother said with tears in her eyes. She hoped that she could get through him somehow. It broke her heart to see her son in that state and if there was something she could do to help him, she would. That it is, he should have known that even his own parents despised him for doing that to him. He was not going to stay in the house any longer because something bad might happen.

Jericho asked. "You won't understand. You haven't been through what I've been." "Enlighten me" He smiled as the voice of the train got louder. "All I've learned is never to fall for a heart that doesn't beat as loudly as you do for it. I thought she loved me but she broke me. And I'm under a debt I can't ever get over with." "So, you thought life's not worth living because of some petty mortal who didn't treat you right?"

My heart aches for both. His mother returns to Paris hating me. The world goes on like he never existed, but I know that’s not true, and I will remember him the way he was before all…this. Loving, fun, my son. No arguments or anger, no drinking or hate. Just family. On Friday night that week, I allow myself a little weakness—I go to the club. I need to hear her and see her. I sit way in the back in the shadows as my angel takes to the stage.

"I don’t care about the bond. I won’t let it control my life. You mean nothing to me, and you never will." Each word felt like a dagger had been pierced into my chest. I clutched at my heart, the pain unbearable. "Please," I begged through my tears, "Don’t do this to me. Don’t reject me." I won’t be able to last the pain. I’m not saying he should accept me but he shouldn’t reject me.

The darkness shivered. Stephanie stepped closer, the curse holding her shape like a shadow given flesh. Break the bond and he falls. Free the King and you bury the son. That is the rule you cannot rewrite. Pain tightened in my chest. The words were not threats. They were truth. I felt it in the magic. I felt the tether stretching between Charles and his father like a bridge made of bone and fire. One life. One cost. My heartbeat pounded through the space. Louder. Faster.