Take My Heart Not My Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

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..."

Fuck. “For so many years, I've looked for things I could use against you, but like the heartless bastard you were, you never cared for anything, for anyone, I couldn't drag you back to me. But you moved that girl in, you gave me a hand, a present, the best gift ever. It's all your fault for running away, when we could've ruled the world together. You're supposed to be my son, but that's okay. Who says I can't have another?” “What?” Another son?

would it? Harper's soul recoiled from the words being spoken around her. She heard them as though from underwater, the roaring tide of grief and fear drowning out all else. She stared blindly as Brenna pressed a tissue into her frozen hands. Images flashed like lightning - the shy boy who'd stolen her heart, their unborn baby's tiny grave, a mountain cabin littered with ruined dreams. Joy and sorrow, forever intertwined. Was this how their story ended?

Slowly, my emotions began to settle, but a deep ache throbbed in my head, reminding me of what I had lost. "What happened to the man who brought me here?" I asked. The doctors and nurses exchanged uneasy glances. Finally, one of them sighed heavily. "Mr. Cooper signed for the donation of your heart. He asked us to transfer his savings to you and left a sum of money with the hospital, asking us to take good care of you. So, for now, the most important thing is for you to recover." I had already guessed it, but hearing the confirmation still hit me hard.

Is this raise worth it? Do you remember the Med School student I had accidentally locked up in the Blood Storage Area? Well his name is Honorio, Honorio Reyes, younger son of Mr. and Mrs. Reyes, an influential but annoying couple. In fact, the entire Reyes family is annoying GOSH! Especially their first son ONTARIO, I hate his guts to the point that I always dream of feeding his brains to my cat, when I finally get over my fear of cats and buy one!

"Leo is different. He's in acute heart failure—without the transplant tonight, he'll die." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Mia is your biological daughter! She was coughing up blood last night, and you call that stable?" "She coughed blood because you don't take care of her! You're always locked up in that lab tinkering with your parts—when have you ever been a real father?" Victoria shot back, her eyes dripping with contempt. "I developed that heart. The patents are in my name. What gives you the right to hand it to someone else?" I said through clenched teeth.

Do you really have to push her to death? "You think if she gets married, I'll marry you? "Have you ever thought that maybe the reason I've missed for three years straight is that heaven sees how heartless you are and refuses to let you marry into my family?" I listened quietly as he finished scolding me, then looked straight into his eyes. Word by word, I asked, "Edward, three days from now will be the fourth year of the shooting. Will you hit my handkerchief?" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth.

"He stole my son. He took him from me. He took him from us. He took him from our family. He took him from our future. He took him from our love. He took him from our life. He took him from our joy." "Yes. He stole your son. He took him from you. He took him from both of us. He took him from our family. He took him from our future. He took him from our love. He took him from our life. He took him from our happiness." I look at him. My eyes are burning. My heart is pounding. My soul is aching. My spirit is ready. My love is fierce. My resolve is firm. My courage is strong. My determination is unshakable.

My soul was afloat when my breathing stopped. I watched as the doctor cut my chest open and took out my heart. He hurried out of the operating room with it. I followed without thinking and saw my brother pacing anxiously in the hallway. "Was the heart taken out? Arrange the surgery for Yvette Sinclair immediately. This transplant must succeed. Failure is not allowed!" my brother ordered. My brother, Joseph Sinclair, had the authority as the Mafia Boss, so the doctors nodded in fear.

“What’s moving in that mind of yours?” She finally looked at him, her eyes like obsidian, hard and unyielding. “The men I hired are still searching,” she said. “But tonight, I reminded them again this isn’t about politics, or family wars, or Delwunco pride. This is about my son. The pawn that killed Julian… he’s still breathing. That’s a problem.” Ruben shifted in his seat, his throat tightening. “And when they find him?” Her lips curved into something colder than a smile. “Then he pays. Piece by piece, Ruben. Until he understands what it means to rip a mother’s heart out.”