My Son Might Be A Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was proud of how strong Tyron was, but whenever he saw his son’s face, he was reminded of the brother he had killed; Stev. How his son bore an intense resemblance to his worst enemy was what he didn’t understand. Perhaps fate had been on his side for so long that it decided to play a joke on him. At some point, he even began to suspect that his son was the abomination. But as he watched his son grow, that doubt slowly began to leave. According to the oracle, the person who might defeat him had abominable powers. Tyron was strong, especially when compared to others from the same realm as him, but he didn’t have abominable powers. He was just as strong as Luther had been when he was young.

The 'Destroyer' is starting to wake up. "Next time," Killian told his daughter, "Wait until you're off-camera. I’ll teach you how to scramble the sensors." "Killian Blackwood!" I groaned. "You are going to raise a super-villain!" "No," Killian said, pulling me close and kissing my forehead. "I'm raising a Blackwood. And the world better get used to it." As we walked to the car, I looked at my two children. The Golden Boy and the Shadow Girl.

一 His mother also said that when we had our first time 一 His father basically spit out the words which made me feel disgusted. 一 I'm not lying 一 He spoke again. 一 Me neither boy. 一 How many times do I have to say that I would never touch that girl not being married to her? 一 He asked seriously and then he approached the sofa and sat down crossing his legs. He was confident of what we had not done. 一 You're a trustworthy boy Arthur, that's why your father and I have already decided 一 My father spoke firmly and then he smiled at me which startled me.

“I don’t know, Lizzie. It’s complicated. He’s… different.” “What do you mean?” “He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met,” I say slowly, trying to put my feelings into words. “He’s sweet and caring, but he’s also part of a world that I don’t understand, a world that’s dangerous.” Her playful expression eases as she listens. “You’re talking about the whole mafia thing, right?” I nod. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not like I can just ignore that part of who he is. It’s scary, Lizzie. I don’t know if I can trust him, or if I even should.”

“To help people. This a training school for heroes. We seek to provide this land with the heroes required to fight against the influx of monsters. You can turn your abilities to the betterment of others here, Aien. You can learn to be a hero, and not a villain.” “A villain,” Aien repeated. “But isn’t that what I am? The son of a villain destined to follow in my father’s footsteps?” “It doesn’t need to be that way. Think about it,” Akyran turned and raised his eyebrows as he saw me through the doorway. “Daethie?”

he mocked sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. Zain's father was the Pack General of Crescent Pack back when my Dad was in power. Zain's father was so caught up in his work, he treated his own son as a soldier instead of his blood, turning their home into an army camp. That's why I didn't like to sleep over at Zain's house because his father used to drag me into that shit too. He had me bench pressing fucking tires at the age of twelve. God, I hated that man.

"You saw something was wrong with my son. Why didn't you warn me? It's your fault—your fault he's dead!" Ray chuckled. "Your son isn't mine. Why should I care? But I have to say, Shane, you're ruthless. Your lover kills your wife, you charm your lover, then turn around, take your son hostage, and kill your lover—tsk tsk. You really are the textbook definition of a petty villain!"

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.

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

But it doesn’t concern me, he killed me father without even thinking, why do I have to think if something’s beating inside his chest or not? “No one can escape fate… you were a princess, yet you found yourself tangled in this world. Even if I had a father like yours, nothing would’ve changed, I’d still be the monster I am today” “Are you happy being a monster?” his replies were only shocking me even more, how far has Alaric gone to make his son this insane. No one wants to be a hero these days, but being a villain was never one’s motive. Is he--- happy with the way he is?