Filial Impiety Novels & Stories

made Ethan feel bad, saying, “I apologize, Olga. I swear I will not do it again.” He raises both of his fists in an oath while kneeling in front of her. Olga is ecstatic, but she interrupts him right away, stating, “It is best not to kneel. Ethan, it is not your fault. I too am a human with vulnerabilities. We are both driven by our own impulses, which can be misleading." Adding, "Furthermore, we are still too young to distinguish between filial love and romantic love, alright? Now let us leave, and better wish me luck as I also likewise wish for you.”

But it was her stupidity. This man had no good in him. He could never have any good in him because he was the worst as no father could think about using his own child for fulfilling his own immoral motives. He was sick, filthy and heartless. He was barbarically cruel. “Are you sure that you are telling the truth, Callum?” Keagan asked his son, suspiciously. A treacherous smirk crept on Callum's face, hearing his father. Turning around, he trailed his eyes towards the cabinet.

After all, they have no heart to begin with. To simplify it all. My uncle is filthy rich. Owning multiple shares in different companies. Not to mention the houses scattered across the world. As the saying goes, “old habits die hard.” My mom being the stealthy person she’s always been. Believes by her putting on a facade. Her name will miraculously appear in my uncle’s will. (sigh) The perks of having a poor mentality. Anyway, it would be in my best interest, if I spared no thoughts to my tedious parents. Though it’s funny how, despite their absence, they still mingle with my thoughts.

“You’re a fearless lawyer, but your utter arrogance is the reason why you’re hanging up there, Hilary. Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, right?” Hilary struggled, a useless effort. “My dad made me read Paradise Lost when I was a kid. It kinda blew my mind. John Milton was a genius. Anyway, your pomposity and insolence have caused someone to hate you so much that that person actually donated a huge amount to see you being skinned alive. But let me just say that money isn’t the only reason why you are here. You see, I just don’t kill. I have qualifiers and you simply qualified. You committed pride, the very sin from which the other sins arise.”

After everything the asshole Elder had put me through these past few months, after all the pressure, all the manipulation, all the subtle digs and open attacks… A small, traitorous part of me felt like he more than deserved every hurt he was feeling right now. “Blasphemy!” The word cut through the tension like a blade, pulling my attention back to the present as one of the elders stepped forward, his expression thunderous as he pointed directly at Hector. “What you have just said,” he continued, his voice rising with outrage, “is not only dangerous, it is sacrilegious. To claim that a mere partial wolf woman is bound to the great spirit Ulfris is to invite divine wrath upon this entire realm

Mer grumbled, feeling stupid at the little boy’s words. “Limiting your imagination is the worst thing you can do to yourself,” Li repeated the words of one of his teachers. “Hey! I did not limit my imagination. I am just not a vile person,” Mariana justified her actions to her godson. “What is a vile person?” Jo asked innocently. “It means a bad person, Jo,” Li explained to his sister and asked Mariana, “Aunty Mer, when she started scolding you, she had already proven her bad character. What other proof was required?”

They put me in a room on the twenty-eighth floor with one light and no windows and a lock that was built for humans, not for what I am. I sat down on the single chair and waited because waiting was the only move I had right now and I have never been bad at waiting. What I was bad at, it turned out, was the next two hours. The voices sounded through the walls the way they do in old buildings, not clearly, just enough to catch pieces of it. They were Scrolsal's voice mostly, but then a word I hadn't heard applied to anyone in eleven years sounded out. “Burn him.” The old law, the one that hasn't been enforced since before my father was an Alpha, says that any wolf who raises a hand against the

Ansel could only complain to himself. "Alright then. I'll do as you wish." Ansel surrendered in helplessness. He didn't want his mother to make a big deal out of this or to scold him severely. Being a good son means obeying his parents; that's filial piety.

“The Bible is clear! Leviticus, Romans, Corinthians — all of it warns against this abomination. This is the devil’s work, trying to lead you astray. You think you can hide this from God? From me? I raised you better than this. We pray every day for purity, for strength against temptation, and you’re out there throwing it all away for… for what? Some fleeting sin?” From the living room, the television suddenly blasted louder. The volume shot up dramatically — some action movie with explosions and gunfire. Margaret’s husband, Ethan’s dad, had turned it up to drown her out. It was usual in their house. The louder she got, the louder the TV became. A silent, passive war they had been fighting fo

“What the hell are you spouting about? What sin did I commit?” He scratched his chin, which was pulled up arrogantly. I could guess how arrogant his face looked under that dark shadow. He said. “…The sin of deceiving the royal family.” “…What?” "The sin of using black magic which has been banned in the kingdom to manipulate the appearance of the illegitimate child you gave birth to, so that it looks like the descendant of the mighty Alpha of Jocheved The First." “…You're sick. How blind is your heart that you insist on slandering your own flesh and blood, who is not even three months old?"