Novel & Cerita Regressor Of The Fallen Family Novel

Renriel did not care about the answer he would receive and much less about how it would unfold -all he wanted at that time was to see how far Kalias and Aynur would go, to see the fallen become a king again and maybe show himself that it was possible. A fallen king could always return to his throne. ☽ ━━━━━━━━ ❍ ━━━━━━━━ ☾

‎ ‎Vivian folded her arms. ‎"Do you believe him?" ‎ ‎"I believe he's hiding something." ‎ ‎She walked until she was standing beside him. Their reflections stared back from the glass. ‎ ‎"So." ‎"The powerful Raymond family finally has cracks." ‎ ‎Michael let out a quiet breath. ‎"I used to think my family could solve anything but now…, now I don't even know who I can trust." ‎ ‎Vivian looked at him for a long moment. ‎"I know how that feels."

“What will it be, Jean?” Still holding my mother in my arms I shuffle backward to get away from him. Serafino Regis, the head of the Regis family did this to us? The Regis family whom we’ve been tied to since I can remember. My sister and I used to run around with the Regis kids when we were little. What the hell happened between him and my father? Why would they betray us?

He looked at me, a plea almost in his eyes. “I understand,” I murmured, nodding, and meeting his eyes. I did understand, and for him to get cast out for such a reason, well. Then there was the small matter of the murder of Abel. “Your brother?” I reminded him. “Yeah, he was always one upping me. God likes me better, mom and dad like me better, I am better, all this vapidness was on repeat day after day. It was hard to take when I thought I was doing what was best for my family to provide, I told our parents as much and while they did not disagree, they also said to give the best to God. So, I did, just not always.” He shrugged, his broad shoulders rising and falling. “I guess in the end that

However, Arnold's family, the Hufftons, declined for certain reasons, allowing Rex to rise. Rex's resentment toward Arnold was so strong that he wished to see Arnold suffer immensely. But despite the decline of the Hufftons, Arnold's strength remained formidable. He was talented, far more so than Rex. This made the Wells family resentful of the Hufftons. Previously, both families were evenly matched in strength. When Rex proved to not be as good as Arnold, the Wells could still find excuses to dismiss Rex’s inadequacy. But now, with the Hufftons’ decline, Rex was still not as competent as Arnold. This naturally infuriated the Wells.

But the truth is that their lives are as fucked as hell. They are a bunch of crazy folks, every fucking one of them has a deep secret that is sept under the carpet. The fact that their golden son, the heir of the family’s empire left a few years ago, didn’t help the family at all. It broke them, and it drove them apart, making it very easy for me to sneak my way into the family and begin my invasion. Let’s start with Riley… The fool is necrophilia!

The shattered pieces of his perception lay scattered, and Falcone struggled to reconcile the image he had of his grandfather with the painful reality presented by John. In the aftermath, Falcone faced a profound existential crisis, questioning not only his family's legacy but also his own place in the world. The truth, though painful, became a catalyst for Falcone's internal transformation, as he grappled with the complexities of forgiveness, redemption, and the arduous journey to rebuild what was left of his fractured understanding of family and legacy.

Why should I risk everything for someone who abandoned her family? She didn’t abandon us! Chloe cried out. She was taken by your wicked mother! And now she could die because of what you did! Isabella rose to her feet, her voice turning cold. You think you understand everything, little girl? You don’t. This family was built on reputation, power, and respect. Then you came along—Michelle, too—two outsiders who led the Hawthorne family astray.

He let that sink in before he made his final move. “My family died twice, Eleanor. I failed to save them. You failed to save your mother. Our regressions did not make us gods. They just gave us knowledge of the game. A game that is clearly rigged against us. Our goal cannot be to simply replay the past. Our goal must be to survive it.” He looked at her, his expression now one of a fellow survivor, a fellow soldier.

It provided scholarships to underprivileged students, ensuring my name lived on through helping others. Meanwhile, my family members fell into irredeemable ruin. Dad suffered a stroke that left him paralyzed on one side, leaving him unable to care for himself. Mom's hair turned white overnight. She had to care for Dad while enduring the neighbors' whispers and condemnation. They sold the family home and moved to a run-down apartment complex. Once respected members of the community, they became pitiful outcasts struggling to survive. Leon lost his job as well. No company would hire a man suspected of murdering his wife. Since he couldn't find a steady job, he had to rely on odd jobs to make e