Paragon Of Destruction Novels & Stories

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

Vance looked at his father in confusion. “Four??” He asked. His father chalked yes four. You are destroying four people, Purple, yours’s Astrid and her future mate. Think about it; If someday Astrid found her mate, what will she do? You know what you will have. She will go through a very worst heartbreak fore then yours, just like what purple must be going through. A human mate is unnatural, but the human is weak; they can die of heartbreak, but as she is an alpha’s mate, she is strong. But Astrid is an omega. What will happen to her? Think about your action’s Vance.” His father said.

, she thought. Kristina and Roxan proceed to the parking lot and leave. While driving Roxan teases her Madam, "Madam, it seems that Mr. Gracer likes you." "Dear, men are polygamous in nature. They were born that way. And in our industry particularly in sales, they have the same color. They all have a sweet tongue. So be very careful." Kristina said. "You mean Madam, you don't like him. He seems so gorgeous and yummy!" Roxan excitedly said to her.

he said sarcastically. "And you have such great power yet you can't use it" he tsk, throwing Junes head to the side and slowly walked up to me. "It's to bad you are dying today and the legacy of your forefathers won't continue.. you are dying today FINAL DESTINATION " he smirked.

Nike She almost laughed at how shamelessly Infinitus supported his Golden daughters, what a father, unrelenting and unwilling to accept the fact that his daughters had well passed their glory days, even in his slumber, his fingers toyed with very looms of fate', manipulating destiny so that they found themselves at the same place and at the same time. It simply was nothing short of being pathetic, all he was simply achieving was leading the lambs to her slaughterhouse, what a destiny!, to lose and to be conquered in every single lifetime, it was almost sad and pitiful to kill them. Almost being the key word.

Rowan wanted Violet, he wanted to kidnap her and steal what belonged to me. “You chose the wrong fucking day to play games with me, Moretti," I growled to the empty room, pulling a fresh, black button-down shirt over my shoulders. I left the top two buttons undone, not caring about protocol. I didn't back down from wars; I finished them. Ten minutes later, I tore through the gates of the Greco compound. The sight of it alone reminded me of my hatred for this family, Leonardo hid behind pillar of old money pretending like his hands weren’t covered in the same exact filth as ours.

" Better for me? So the eight years I had spent racing against time to save both my father and him... in his eyes, it had all been meaningless self-imprisonment. The crushing disappointment and heartbreak shattered the last of my restraint. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face with all my strength. "Zack, I will never let you destroy my research." His head turned slightly from the impact, a red handprint rapidly surfacing against his pale skin. A few seconds later, the last trace of warmth disappeared from his eyes. All that remained was ice.

Eugenius’s sneering taunt, his gloating posture, suddenly evaporated, replaced by shock as Androkles exploded into a whirlwind of righteous, uncontrollable rage. The Ares power that had been a faint aura around him erupted into a blinding, terrifying inferno. It was the Destroyer, the boy from the prophecies, the warrior who would bring war and ruin to his enemies. He drove Eugenius back, his axe a blur of motion, his every strike a punishing blow fueled by a cold, hard fury that was more powerful than any mere strength.

I didn't run. I didn't slam the doors. I didn't cry. That was what my father wanted. A daughter who obeyed. A daughter who bowed her head. A daughter who never fought back. So that's what I gave him. A performance. Because if my father wanted a weak daughter— I'd give him the weakest one he'd ever seen. I just needed him to keep believing it.