Novel & Cerita My Son Might Be A Villain

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.

Now, he was a dishonest, deceitful presence in their lives—an insidious reminder of what could happen if one lost their way. Jovielyn couldn't bear the thought of Aries' influence haunting Dean. There was a flicker of recognition in her son's eyes that sickened her; she feared the darker aspects of his lineage might emerge. Yet, she held faith that her sons would choose the path of heroes. A true Alpha would never succumb to the shadows.

Thank you, big brother, I will be watching you from 'So he knew he was going to die, and writing me a letter was the only thing he could think of' John thought. The chirped of his phone, pulled him out of his thoughts. He checked the caller, and saw his father. "Xavier called me, I'm sorry for the loss. I want you to know that won't stop us from finding the villain." Mr GU said, immediately he picked up. "Shadow dropped a letter, he said I need to track down a man called Diablo, he is the Villain."

"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."

He could also pass for being a pathetic villain too. Naturally, from the little I know, Jonas is far from Pathetic. But if he were the villain of our unpredictable story, why would he save my life? Not once or twice, I stopped counting at three. Or was there a fourth time? Since I was dirt poor to afford a television, I had relied upon comics books to give me the same thrill and I had never read about a villain who acted the same way Jonas was. He even killed someone affiliated with the Council for my sake.

They only belong to a distant part of these Desolate Lands and as it was, Olivia considered themselves like frogs in the bottom of the well. As one who spent most of her life in this small corner of the world, she feared for the great unknowns that her son may encounter in his path towards being a hero. “I told you yesterday, mom. No one bullied me. All of them are afraid of my master so they won’t even dare to talk loudly when I’m around. Hehehe.” Maru lied for the umpteenth time. There are just some truths that are best left unsaid especially if it would lead to his mother knowing about him being a murderer and a big liar at that.

I answer him and his eyebrows. “The Cartel? Are they trying to wage war?” “I would assume so. They think I have gone soft with a wife and children. We need to prove them wrong.” A sinister smile crosses my son’s face, one I know very well. Bloodlust. “Will I be trained to take part, pappa?” He asks, basically bouncing off the walls and causing me to chuckle. “I would not have it any other way, zver’.” I reply, calling him by his nickname received this past summer. Beast.