Like Father Like Son Rottmnt Novels & Stories

There's only so much repentance could cleanse when it comes to a matter of karma. Karma caught up with him way too easily but fortunately he's got a son who is so eager to make the retributions for him. I would make sure Louen gets some moral teaching on carrying on the sins of ones father. "Good morning" Crimson's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and it was then I realized I had squeezed the life out of the orange I was holding. It hit me yesterday how much danger I was exposing Crimson to by pursuing a love relationship with her, she was already in enough danger for being my sister.

Another article said that his father had an untamed beast and that is his son. Romero Vaughan didn’t fear anyone and he was as ruthless as every mafia lord that Imade saw on the crime list. She wanted to curse her father for bringing her to this and making her perfect life disrupted. This man could decide one day that he didn’t want a particular set of human beings on earth to gain and he would get his wish. This was how dangerous the man himself was.

"You remind me of your father, Zade. I often wonder whose arrogance runs deeper? Yours… or Rodrigo’s?" A smirk curled my lips. "After all, I am my father’s son, Colton. Blood doesn’t lie.” The man's lips curled into a smile. “I wish I had a son like you. Someone powerful. Ruthless. Brutal. Fearless. Everything you are.” "Ow… Damn." Nathan’s laugh curled around me. "Seriously? This is what Colton told you?” To say I ENJOYED the labels they gave me would be an understatement.

Lord Ericson said with a disapproving look, squinting at his son. "I will, Father," the prince replied nonchalantly, averting his gaze from his father. Before he could react, his father forcefully grabbed his face and turned it towards him, staring directly into his eyes. "Do. Not. Test. Me!" his father seethed, tightening his grip on his son's cheeks, causing grunts and bone cracks to fill the room. He released his hold, coldly watching as his son worked his jaw and sighed in relief. Rohan gave his father a cold, disdainful look, smirking. Deep inside, he loathed his father, but he knew better than to express it openly, as the old man was feared by everyone, including the council members.

The tension in the room thickened instantly, choking the air between them. “And you,” my father said, his voice colder now. “You made me believe you were just a spoiled, angry man. I thought you hated me because I wasn’t good enough for your mother. But all along, it was because you were screwing my daughter.” “Your fucking step sister!” Daniel didn’t flinch. “I understand your anger, Mr. Green. But things like this weren’t planned.” “You bastered,” my father snapped, stepping closer. “I always knew you were a psycho. And believe me you will regret having anything to do with my daughter.”

I found comfort in the fact that even if I did succeed, Vittore would be more than ok with his father's death. I liked that even if I didn't like him and I never will. The phrase like father like son could be in play. I learnt to only trust those who have a certain darkness inside them, a familiar one to your own. I haven't found that person yet and I hope to God I never do.

Sanna and Conti followed, Sanna leaning on a cane he’d never admit he needed, Conti with his arm in a fresh sling but grinning like the idiot he was. “Look who decided to wake up,” Conti said, voice thick. “Took you long enough, Ro.” Mantovani’s laugh was weak but real. “Missed you too, asshole.” Sanna crossed to the bed slowly, stopping at the foot, eyes glistening as he looked at his son—really looked. “You scared the hell out of me, boy.” Mantovani met his father’s gaze, something old and broken finally softening between them. “Sorry, Dad.”

mom said. “This is not a family, and what’s so big that you can’t tell me personally? We don’t have to pretend like we like each other, and I don’t want to pretend like I am cool with everything because I am most definitely not,” I snarled at both of them. They were pigs, both father and son. “What is it, Joan? Why will you talk like that to your father? Watch your mouth,” she said.

Father continued, even though he claimed to be proud, his eyes remained the same, the man makes me quite uneasy, he is very similar to Theron. Quite cold and almost unfeeling, especially towards me, he was the complete opposite of mother. “I am always serious.” I forced out, as I lifted the fork into my mouth. “Good, just try to be more like Theron.” Something snapped in me at the mention of that cursed name, and I glared at my father while dropping my fork on the plate. “Why do I have to be like that psycho?” I asked spitefully and Father slammed his hands on the table.

Ryan said shaking his head, he started coughing loudly. "I am so tired right now, you are fucking impossible" "Shut up!!" Keith roared. He took a deep breath and finally calmed himself "Wow, you are really stubborn, aren't you?" Ryan smiled.. Keith chuckled. "Like father like son, am I right?" He glared at Ryan who was trying so hard not to smile "Hey!! you are not my son, if you are really my son, you wouldn't have been easily defeated" Ryan said facing the ceiling smiling at his reflection....