Romans & histoires My Father's World Reviews

I said flatly, my voice devoid of enthusiasm. My father's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "I'm glad you like it. You'll be comfortable—" "Cut the small talk,I wasn't done talking." I spat, cutting him off. I chuckled, still glancing around. "It's just that it's missing something." My father, sensing my fake enthusiasm, leaned close with a smile. "What do you think is missing?" A mischievous grin spread across my face as I replied, "My happiness."

“It's the world of selfishness and depravity of relationships where the only thing that matters is the power-hungry and money-grabbing demons. Where the only existence that matters is the powerful leader they each follow for their own gain and nothing else.” I was both relieved and confused at the same time. It was true that my father kept me away from the horror of the world, but was it that dangerous, as my uncle stated? Looking into his eyes, I wasn't dubious anymore about how alarming the world was from his point of view. He was experienced enough to know. Who was I to distrust me? Despite my numbed face and convulsing muscles, I urged myself to keep my mouth shut at the look of such ser

My father and my gaze locked with each other, the tension in the room build up as James waited for someone to broke the ominous silence and to his releif, it was my father who did it. "Why you need to go there, it's a despicable place!" My father said without even concerning over the matter. I didn't want him to know anything untill I was sure about my motives for going to the human world because hiw could I explain it to him when I was not even sure about my mate. So instead I lied. "I have a sudden urge of exploring it that's it" I said without meeting their gazes. "Well you are the alpha, we're no one to stop you." He stopped. "But still take care of yourself."

Because I knew if I did it a lot earlier in the past, I never would have let her slip away from me. My father was right. He was right about everything. At first, I thought my father was a cad. A heartless monster who would kill and torture any 'other' creature he sets his eyes upon. I even thought I was wrong, at some point. That we were in the wrong and that setting things right would mean becoming allies with the 'others'. Until my father opened my eyes and showed me the reality of this world. How cruel they can be when trusted. How they can leave you dead and it is all too late.

“You look terrible. Even here, you are bleeding like crazy.” “I fought a god,” I stated, dryly, trying not to show my emotions. He would cringe at that. My father raised an eyebrow, a familiar gesture that almost broke my vow to not cry. “I noticed. A grand exit, Cardan. You saved the world I thought you were sent to ruin.” “A pity. I was rather looking forward to a long rest.” He stepped closer, his presence feeling warm, solid, and utterly real despite the non-existence around us.

My father stands before me, somehow knowing exactly where I would be standing. “That’s better.” He smiles at me, looking me over from head to toe. “A thousand years has been good for you son.” His chest swells with pride. Back before my father had lost his mind and decided to take over the Realms, he had been a kind and supportive father. Nothing like what you would expect from the King of Sins. “What brings you to my humble doorstep?” My father pulls a chair over, taking a seat in front of where I stand. I let out a sad sigh, calling a chair of my own forward and taking a seat as well. My father leans in closer, resting his elbows on his knees.

Ah, is this your fuck buddy from the human world who was stupid enough to risk his life? I opened my mouth in protest, desperately wanting to say something, anything to show my father how much I hated him, but nothing came out. Chadwick was heaving and I knew that if I didn't do something fast, he'd soon stop breathing and his blood would be in my hands. I squared my shoulders, facing my father. I hated him so much that my breath sounded loud in my ears. It was my greatest desire to see him burn and crush to death. I didn't care that he brought me into this world, he was evil and deserved every single punishment he received. He was the cause of everything bad in my life.

“It looks like they messed up.” My father chuckled, his smile bright in the sunshine. “It wasn't planned that way,” my father informed me. He squinted up at the white pillar of marble for a moment before looking back at me. He was so tall and smart. My father was the best person in the entire world. I knew it was true because he was a senator and millions of people had voted for him. Millions of people thought he was the best, too. “Did someone mess up?” I asked, sure that whoever had done it probably ended up cleaning something as punishment like I did the time I put the paints away messily in art class.

I see their ghosts, but I don't see them, and I can't bear it. His face was hard, unyielding, and I could see the mask from here, the one he wore to hide it all, the one he wore to pretend, but it couldn't hide the tone of his voice, or the way his grip tightened around the neck of the bottle. 'What do you mean by their world? Did they always live here?' 'Your world was their world. My father fell in love with it from the very beginning and it became his downfall, quite literally. He saw the beauty in everything, even in mankind, despite their obvious failings,' he said, his voice tinged with a sardonic edge.

"You were so wild, so full of fight... I enjoyed every second of it." "You are... you are a monster!" I breathed out, horrified. "Monster?" He chuckled darkly. "I am a man who takes what he wants. And you... you were there, crying, vulnerable, ripe for the taking. Did you think your little boyfriend was the only Moretti who could have you?" "You are his father... How could you...?!"