My Son Might Be A Villain Novels & Stories

Flora wanted to hug her son, but halfway through, she ended up smacking him on the head instead. "You're really silly, mom. If it were dad, he'd never be stuck in a place like this. Only you..." "Don't you also get stuck here like mom? What right do you have to call me silly?" Flora pointed to the iron bars that had closed as soon as her son had passed through them. The boy shook his head: "Even if I'm silly, it's because I inherited it from you." "Why do you like your father so much? He's stern, cold, arrogant, self-righteous, doesn't regard others at all, and he's also hot-tempered and cruel, just like a comic book villain..."

“I heard my son is back in Gynem.” Mr. Vallan whispered. “And he’s already slaughtering.” I nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry, everyone can we have the room?” I watched as everyone slowly exited the room. “What’s he like now?” Mr. Vallan asked. “He’s a monster.” I whispered. “Ruthless, almost emotionless.” “Almost?” “He still has some strong feelings for me. If I become his Queen he’ll stop the attacks.”

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

I said nothing. "I assumed it was teenage bravado." Norton looked genuinely shaken. "It wasn't." He lowered the slate. "Your son didn't threaten Malaysia. He dismantled their financial infrastructure." I looked at my fifteen-year-old son differently at that moment. Not as the boy I had spent years trying to protect. Not as the brilliant student at Rosenberg. Not even as Veronica's heir. As something else. Something I wasn't sure I wanted to name. Julian had inherited my ability to understand power.

“Sit down.” “I’d rather stand,” I said tightly. He turned and his face was of disappointment and fury. “I heard an interesting story today. It seems my son, the future Alpha has been spending his time chasing a gutter rat. A Nolan, no less.” I glared at Vanessa. She didn't blink. “She’s a member of this pack, Dad,” I said. “And she was being harassed.” “She is a cancer!” Father roared, slamming his fist onto the desk. The wood splintered under his strength. “Her father tried to overthrow me! Her mother was a spy! And you… you are out there kissing her in the dirt like a common dog?”

My father wasn't just a friend; he was the bank. I slumped into the leather chair, the weight of the discovery pinning me down. "Every meal I ate, every car he bought me, every 'influence' I used at school... it was all paid for by the people they crushed. I’m not a King, Becca. I’m the son of a thief." Becca placed her hand firmly on my shoulder. She told me I wasn't my father's sins. "Why are you still here, Becca? I’m the villain’s son."

"Sure." "You are turning into someone I do not recognize. You are cold. Calculating. You use your kid as leverage." He held up his hand when I started to protest. "I am not judging. I am just saying. Be careful you do not become the villain while trying to be the hero." "I am protecting my son." "From what? His mother who raised him alone for eight years?" "From instability. From chaos. From someone who cannot be honest." My voice rose. "You do not understand the situation."

We're such a strange family, "But it doesn't help. Next thing you know, you'll be trying to kill anyone that looks at him and how is that good for anyone? My son's a handsome boy and a charmer, there's a lot of people that will be looking." "I don't mind killing all of them," Saint responds, voice assertive and sure. I cover my face and groan there, "Dylan is not an important asset, nor is Jacob anymore. Without the Carson crew, you don't have many enemies brave enough to do something. And if they arise, I will take them down." My dad thinks about it for a second, but then he shakes his head.

"Yes and more which you'd find out from the chip-Son, you have to go now, they'd come in here any moment, go!." He shook his head stubbornly "No papa, come with me." "I can't son, I need to take care of things. You're my only child left, you need to live. go son " he pushed him towards a wall and touched his palm on the wall, it opened revealing an elevator. He pushed him inside "Remember, you're my son, a mafia lord and the rightful heir to the Donahue empire. Trust no one but yourself." He pressed a button and the elevator closed up and begin to move down but the boy stop it, he ran out of it

"Those bastards..." "They really went too far this time." "My name is Xolvion. Xolvion Valous by the way. I am the youngest son of the demon lord of the Valous kingdom, and next in line to his throne." "Unlike my brothers and sisters, I didn't inherit any magical power or crazy strong abilities. Nope. I'm the bastard son of a lowly Succubus that my father fucked a couple of times. For some reason, unknown to me, my father chose me as his next heir to the throne, a hornless bastard, good for nothing."