Take My Heart Not My Son Novels & Stories

Please can you tell him that? I looked him right in the eyes, clenching my teeth; fighting back the tears pooling in my eyes. “How dare you even ask for anything? How dare you put me up for something like that when you know how much it will hurt me? is it because you know I have a good heart and you want to take advantage of it like you did years go?” I squeezed the chess piece in my hand until it broke. “I just want my son to remember even if it’s a little bit.

The man who once kissed my fears away now tries to erase what little joy I have left. Sebastian Hartley. He threw me out of his life after all those nights, all those whispered dreams, after making me believe I was more than a secret... he now stands to take the only thing that ever truly belonged to me…my son, Hazel. The child who kept me breathing through heartbreak. The one who gave me purpose when everything else collapsed. And I can't stop him. I stand frozen, unable to scream, to move, to breathe. My heart shatters in pieces so sharp, my world shattering right before me.

“I’m tired of hearing your nagging. Just step out of the way and let me handle this.” “Your heart can’t be this cold,” I retorted. “There is no way you are going to stand by and watch people shoot down your son.” Before I could say a word, a hand grabbed me by the collar and pulled me close. “Don’t lecture me on how to take care of my son. Drop the act already. I know you are enjoying the pain being inflicted on him.” “That’s not true. I want him out of this mess without any hurt, if possible.”

The door opened, and there stood my travel-worn parents, Bernard Guzman and Joyce White. The moment Mom saw me, tears poured from her eyes as she rushed forward and pulled me tightly into her arms. "My foolish son! You've suffered so much. Why didn't you tell us?" Dad stepped forward, too. He didn't say anything, but his bloodshot eyes were filled with pain and fury. He patted my back, his voice deep and steady as he said, "From now on, no one will ever dare mess with the Guzmans again." Wrapped in Mom's warmth, the five years of suppressed emotions I had kept in finally broke free. I cried like a child.

If Tiffany hadn't escaped, Charlotte had it all set—she was going to sell her to Nyamara right after the wedding. Yeah, she had a heart condition—but it wasn't even that serious. What made Hector's blood run cold? She'd secretly tested for a heart match. And Tiffany's? Perfect. Charlotte planned to rip her heart out. "You evil bitch," Hector growled, eyes bloodshot. "I should've let you rot overseas. I never should've brought you into my house." Hector's eyes were bloodshot. He slammed Charlotte to the ground, grabbed a club, and raised it high.

“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.”

I said, "I'm just... leaving." "You're leaving me," he blurted out, he leaned forward, ignoring the pain in his ribs, his eyes searching mine, "You’re giving me all this power, but you’re taking away the only thing that actually keeps me alive. You. I can't do this alone. I’m not you." My heart did a slow, painful roll in my chest. I stared at my son and tried to summon that familiar flash of anger. I tried to remind myself that he’d gone behind my back, that he’d sold me out just like the rest of them.

Clutched at his heart. "I am a frail man. I can feel my wolf slithering away from me. A weak heart, the doctors say but I feel something inside my body poisoning me. Most likely my liver, from all the years of drinking. Now, you break an old man's heart by acting this way," He lifted his eyes to look at me. Let his hand drop from his chest as we squared off. I refused to back down. Glared at him any chance I got. "Leave this be. Leave Reginald be. He is not the one you are angry with, I am. Remember this as well, when it comes to my son or you, I will choose him. Always."

she yelled even more "I want my son. I want to see Zachary! Where's my son??! No, someone please give me my son!" Aunt Maya was hysterical and it left everyone confused until Sam took the note in her hand and read it to the hearing of everyone. "Hey Mom, Are you awake? Do you feel okay? You scared me when you collapsed and the doctor confirmed that your blood pressure had increased. I know you're worried for Karen but don't you remember that if you hurt yourself Karen won't be happy with you? I know it's hard to be fine when the one you love isn't, I know the feeling, but sometimes that's all we have to do to make the person happy. You won't see me when you wake up, mother. That's because I

My mate Ethan, the pack’s Beta, orchestrated a kidnapping and cut out our son's heart to save his illegitimate son with his ex-girlfriend. When I regained consciousness in the healing den, I found my eyes covered with bandages, leaving me in complete darkness. My phone received an anonymous text message. Instinctively, I opened it and heard a recording: "Beta Gray, you have already found another heart donors. Why specifically choose young Tyler? He's so young, and he's your son..."