My Son Might Be A Villain Novels & Stories

Just a revenge plot that destroyed everyone I loved. "I'm sorry," Chen says. "I know this isn't what you wanted to hear. But we needed you to know. Your grandfather's still out there. Still dangerous. Still—" "Still the real villain," Damien finishes. "Not my father. Mine was just a monster. Hers was a mastermind." We drive back to Montana in silence. Both processing. Both understanding. We were all pawns. All of us. Playing roles in a game we didn't understand.

"He is a child. He has done nothing to your pack." "He is a threat," Torvald spat. He took a half step backward, his rear paws slipping on the slick edge of the shelf. "His blood is mixed with the South. He has the silver and the gold. He will grow to be a monster that does not respect the old ways. If he lives, the traditionalists will be nothing but servants to your dead army." "He is my son," Killian said.

I pretend to bow but it is my trick to create a circle of flame around him which only Viktor can break. "NO YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME.I AM THE MOST DANGEROUS ENEMY YOU REARED FELICITY.YOU WILL REGRET YOUR ACTIONS." He screams and yells on me with his half human half wolf body.He thinks I am scared of him. Well I am not Olivia. "Good job Mommy.Grandpa will be proud of you."My son grins but his compliment sours my mood.Why he always brings my sperm doner.I won't call him my father ever. For my son he is a gallant.

“Killian. “ He said and I laughed. “Like the comic book character. “ “Like him, yes. “ There was a really popular comic book going around therse days and I assumed he had picked up the name form there. But it kind of suited him. “Okay. You will be Killian. But he’s the villain, right?” “We’re all villains, Garrey. “ “ I'm mister Garrey for you, kid. And about the villain thing- that depends on who tells the story. “ “Nah, “ he said, “we’ll always be seen as the bad ones even in our own story.” "Yeah, I guess. " I said quietly. He was too smart for his age and once again I hated this whole, stupid world we all had to live in.

She must be very out of her mind to think all of that is legit. "You think you have power over humans? Those people are scary and will do anything to get rid of people like us, yet you want to rule over them? How stupid must you be? Let me hear your story. Why do you hate my father so much?" Every villain has a story to tell. It’s either insecurity, stupidity, or just plain evil that is pushing them to do all of this. Either way, as boring as it may sound, I need time to plan my escape, so I will take the opportunity to listen to whatever they have to say.

But he looked more like Michael than Alonso could ever be. "The evil wasn't giving us any time. And when we put my bastard son in front of him, he didn't accept because his soul wasn't pure. That's when I learnt that my son already had his first kill. He was just a boy but in his veins is the blood of an Alpha King. So he killed someone when he was just six years old. I couldn't even believe half the shit he was explaining to me about his first kill," Michael shakes his head and even I couldn't believe it.

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.

the man expressed with flashes of pain and resentment, "two years in which my son kept that killer with us." "I'd like to ask you something," he looked at her, urging her to continue. "Don't hold a grudge or resentment against your son. Valentino, just like everyone else, knew nothing. And although he did wrong, I think that right now the only person he has by his side is you."

“But what about everything before that? You encouraged people to bully me. You had them hurt me. You even tried to drug me. That’s assault, Howard. And I already submitted the evidence.” I glanced past him. “Look. The police are here.” Dad panicked and reached for me, begging me to sign another statement asking for leniency. “Caleb, Howard is still your brother. If he goes to jail, it won’t sound good for you either, right?” “Brother?” I tilted my head and smiled. “Didn’t you say I was the fake son?” “That was just a joke between us,” Dad said, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he forced a smile.

He replied. "And your mother?" I asked. "She was raped by a man who I thought was my friend." Sylvester said, great pain was showing all over his face. "That man must really be heartless to rape a woman to death. He deserves the worst possible punishment that could be given for such a crime." I said in anger. "You are guilty of it." He said. I was shocked to hear what he just said. "Pardon?" I asked. "Ha ha ha ha ha. What I mean is that, you are guilty of having such a beautiful daughter." He said.