Itachi Kill His Parents Novels & Stories

“He might have done something in secret with him, but I don’t care for his stupid revenge. If father killed his parents how does that involve me and my gang?” “But he didn’t” Sachi was still calm. “I actually have a real reason to kill Takahiro. I saw him kill my father and he will die”. “But you know Takahiro must have told him something for him to come here”. “Yes he did Sachi” she sighed. “It was all in his plan to take me out”. “Well how would I know?” she asked. “I would know if you talked to me about it” she said. And Sachi was able to piss her off even if she wasn’t looking straight at her.

That voice… It really is my father… "Why?" I asked. I raised my voice as tears started to stream down my face. Nobunaga and the others must've heard me. I heard footsteps getting louder. My knees gave out on me and I sunk down to the ground. The ninja resembling my father took the opportunity to kill me. He held my hand and raised the dagger in his hand. Before he could swing at me, I managed to stab his chest. "Asa…mi…" Blood came out of his mouth and fell onto my face. I just killed my father… My tears wouldn't stop falling. It blurred my vision.

And somehow…somehow, it was Maya Hart. For one perfect second, pure happiness filled her chest and tears filled her eyes because she was happy. Lucas's expression changed. The warmth disappeared from his face and confusion appeared. His jaw tightened as he stared at the mark on his wrist. Everyone watched and waited. Lucas took a step forward. The moonlight lit his face but his expression was hard and unreadable. "Maya Hart." Her heart skipped. Lucas looked straight into her eyes and spoke the words that destroyed her life. "I reject Maya Hart as my mate."

“I did all this to protect” He stopped short, as if only then remembering Renzo was in the room. “You didn’t protect them,” Renzo said coldly. “You failed. Do you even know who killed my parents?” My father’s jaw flexed, his hands curling and uncurling in an effort to stay composed. “It… doesn’t matter anymore. The ones responsible are already dead.” But that wasn’t good enough. It hadn’t been for a long time. “Chun Kit told me he killed them for you,” I said, inching forward. “He told me he wiped out every family involved. For you.”

“My parents? What about them?” The old couple cast a glare at me, which I responded with a blank look. “Your parents were killed by his kind, Akiro. They were killed because they chose each other over their fated mates, who were both vampires. Those stupid bloodsuckers couldn’t accept that their mates didn’t choose them, so they just killed your innocent, helpless parents,” Akiro’s grandfather said, the agony and fury in his voice evident. I frowned at them. “That’s not true. My parents are fated mates, and none of my siblings were rejected by their mates. Besides, we don’t kill humans without a valid reason. Getting rejected is not valid. Maybe you’re mistaken.”

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

I averted my eyes from his and asked in disbelief, "What!" Hope replied, "We know, how your parents are dead, our late beta, then your cousin and you're some friends" I turned to John, his eyes were filled with tears, and my soul is eating my heart cause of guilt. Our late beta is John's father. I can't believe I did all that, I killed all of them with my hands and countless humans every time he shows up. My eyes swelled with fresh tears. Suga voiced, "We are not only your commands but also your friend. I was there in shadow when you killed your parents. I was scared and told beta about you. But I didn't expect you will kill him too. Then we observed you closer that's when we found something

I saw them tremble faintly as he held the document. "That day, I hid my scent and identity to attend the funeral. You were crying so hard, so I couldn't bring myself to go up to you. I'm sorry," he said to me. When his gaze shifted toward Ares, Lillian went pale and all but collapsed into Ares' arms. "When Evelyn's parents risked their lives to save me, I doubt they ever imagined she'd one day be humiliated like this in her own pack," Vex said. His voice was low, but every word struck like a hammer.

“How could I think that? I’ve heard about your ruthlessness. After all, the Ito family killed a fair number of civilians during World War II. Even though your grandfather ended up on trial, it ironically elevated your family's status among extremists. Your Yamaguchi-gumi even helps the government take care of political dissidents. I’m not wrong, am I?” He didn’t move, but I felt the trembling of the blade’s tip. I smirked. “But that doesn’t matter, because I have good news for you. You have another son.” Kenji Ito’s grip on the sword loosened, and it clattered to the ground. “Is what you’re saying true?” He hurriedly approached me. “Of course it’s true because…” Using the force of the two me

Rokurō even fucking bowed like the lapdog he is. “I don’t want to kill you, daughter.” Takashi sighed like this was some hardship for him as he drew his blade. “I am no daughter of yours. I renounce any and all ties to you, Takashi Hatake. And when I kill you, I will see your yakuza burn to the ground.” I declared.