My Son Might Be A Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

What if he somehow sniffs up my entire plan and beats me at my game. Father is nothing like his two favorite sons. Cassian is smart but he let's his emotions lead when it is his brain that should be leading, he fails to ask questions when he should, he has this stupid fear of hurting people, this insane desire to be the good guy. He would have been so powerful if oy he would accept that being the good guy only leads to self-damnation, being the hated one has more perks.

“But I will kill the part of me that still remembers his touch like silk.” “And if that means I become the villain?” I touched my stomach. “Then so be it. Our son will inherit peace. Even if his mother becomes a monster to earn it.”

I replied though I was scared to the core. "No, you're not getting my post here, Eve. You have no idea what kind of a man he is. He had killed innocent people including a teenage boy. He is a monster in a man's skin and his crime list is endless. He forged false evidences against Dominic's father to avenge on him for taking away my mother from him. Do you even realize what sort of a dangerous man he is and you have his most precious jewel, his next heir. The boy who will be his next photocopy. He wants Chase to follow his footsteps which I didn't do." Colton said with desperation dripping from his each word. Unknowingly warm tears pooled in my eyes. The unimaginable scene displayed in the ba

CALLUM A lot of little boys idolize superheroes. I’ve always identified more with the villains. It’s not like I had designs on growing up to become some sort of evil mastermind, but some part of me has always recognized that desperate darkness that lurks beneath the surface of the villain in the story. The tortured soul behind the manic façade.

I asked myself. "Did you see that.. I told you he wasn't here to help but rather to laugh at us. I wonder how foolish you can be sometimes. I think you've forgotten that "like the father, like son", I mean he's Lucifer's son and am sure he likes whatever his father does because to every child, his father is a superhero and he can never be wrong. So how can you trust this Carlos?"he scolded me.

He was ten when he returned home. He overheard his mother telling his father, "He's already ten years old! Ten! This child's character is set for life—it'll never change! He was raised by that madman. How can you expect him to be normal? "He's not our son anymore—he's that monster's son! "Whatever Victor Fuller can do, he'll be able to do too. I don't dare acknowledge someone like that as my child!" “Archie we've raised is our real son, not him... he's a demon!"

Lex commented when he took the opposite seat at the table. "Can't stubborn people be reasoned with?" She questioned. Lex sighed. "If there is one thing I have learned about villains during my career as a teacher..." "He is not a villain, Lex. He's your father, and this is not some story to draw parallels from." Isis cut him off. Her sympathetic smile reaching him.

“Hello, Zoe. I’m Maverick Cholámin.” Cholámin? That certainly spoke volumes. I glanced up at Lorna and Finn, who shrugged with almost apologetic smiles. It’s not their fault and certainly not this boy’s fault either. I don’t believe that evil is genetic. It’s a learned behavior. By all accounts, Icky Iggy’s parents were upstanding and good people, yet look at their son.

He was a man with a knife and the willingness to use it. August finished his cereal and looked at the door through which Tristan had left. “I want to be strong like Onkel Tristan when I grow up,” he declared with the absolute certainty of childhood. The innocent statement was a stab to my heart. My God, you already are. And despite the horror of the situation, despite the rational fear I felt for my son in that dangerous environment, a deep and primitive part of me could not deny the truth. That dark side of Tristan, the violence he was capable of inflicting to claim what he considered his, had always attracted me like a beacon in the darkness. It was the perverse promise that, in this rotte

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e