Vengeful Father Syndrome Novels & Stories

My father was pretty unhinged, if I was being honest. But my sister adored him. Even though he had never planned to invite her to his tortures, she begged to join us, as if he were excluding her from a father-son trip to Disney World. When he finally agreed for her to tag along, she watched him with glee, a sick smile on her face. Years later, when he finally handed her his knife and let her do the honors, you’d think he’d handed her a brand-new Porsche. Truth be told, neither my father nor my sister was really ever quite all there—they were merciless. I think the proper psychological term is sociopath or antisocial. Clearly never diagnosed, since they weren’t the type to go see a therapist

His father was the one that shoved the gun. And she was the one that pushed the trigger. She wanted to grimace. She already knew what kind of man her father was—from what she read. From what she dug up herself. He was a villain—through and through. Delusional. A pervert. Psychopath. ‘He seduced a kid barely in her teens and got her pregnant because of this crazy tradition for first borns.. His own niece! So, I know he was not normal.’ She clenched her fist that was now under the table.

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to push away those painful memories that just would not leave me alone. Years ago, when my father was still alive and the alpha of the Redmoon pack, I endured an excruciating amount of physical and emotional abuse. My father was an unhinged psychopath, and the only person capable of calming him was his mate, my mother. Tragically, my mother passed away during childbirth, and her death sent my father spiraling into a deeper abyss of violence and brutality. With my mother's death tied to my birth, my father saw me as an evil omen, a child destined to bring only sorrow into his life. He directed all his rage and cruelty towards me.

" If I ever get killed, kill him for me. Avenge me." ~ After that day, I'd been investigating more about her father and I found so much. How he murdered their mother due to the his toxic behaviour, how repeatedly r*ped her because she looked just like his late wife. How he'd poisoned his son to get leverage over his daughter so she'd work for him. That man was cruel and he didn't deserve to live.

But why it does feel the same? Why do I feel like I betrayed the one person that understands me, the same man that had been arranged to be my husband? And man I'm going to betray in the future for my selfish need to be free from my responsibility. In the dim lighting of my room, I raise my hands in front of my face, watching them shake. What's happening to me? When did I become so vindictive? So bitter and spiteful? Ah, yes. The moment my father wants to play god with my life, using me as a means to an end.

I paused when I noticed my father wearing a deadly serious look on his face, and I knew right there that he wasn’t joking. I shut my eyes for a moment as the news hit me like a physical blow. Tristan was my best friend, my brother in every way that mattered, and he had done this. “How could he? Why would he even try to…” I let out a groan and placed a hand over my face. “What drove him to that?” “Vengeance,” my father replied. “He is on a vendetta to destroy the royal family for the crimes his family committed years ago.”

“What does he say? “I cut off your dick with which you had the audacity to father your damn son, I cut off your tongue and pulled out your teeth, to talk about more and eat, while my daughter and wife couldn't do it for more than twenty years and I cut off your damn fingers, because with those, you had the audacity to do so much to have a benefit, but, you didn't move a single one when I lost. >> I hope that in hell you will arrive as you have died and that when we meet, Lucifer himself will allow me to torture you internally, because one torture, is not enough for the torture I lived for decades. “My father has lost his sanity.” I whisper in pain. Even though I know I shouldn't say it, I ca

I said, “so you’re finally abandoning your idea to take revenge?” Liam scoffed. “Father has to pay for hurting you. Maybe until he accepts what he’s done to you, that’s when you notice it too.” A bitter smile engulfed my lips. “Father didn’t hurt me. Not really. If I were competent—if I could be the son he was proud of, then he wouldn’t have to push me hard.” “Tommy.” His eyes widened. “You have Stockholm syndrome.” I snorted. “I don’t. Stockholm is between partners.”

His thirst for revenge against my father knows no bounds. "So you want to use me as a pawn in your twisted game," I accuse, my voice wavering with emotion. Vincent's lips curl into a cruel smile. "I am," he admits, his tone laced with malice. "But it's a game your father started, and now he's going to pay the price." Despair consumes me as I face the harsh truth of my predicament. This man is completely unhinged. Despite the fact that I had no control over my father's actions, he was okay to hurt me in return. How can this be justified?

“She gave me a mean look like I’d done something wrong. But I didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, she was the one in the wrong, so why did she treat me like that? “And you told me before that if someone treats me badly the first time we meet, they’re likely to become my enemy later on. And that I should eliminate that threat before they can hurt me.” Hearing this, my father’s expression twisted into something as foul as if he’d swallowed a pile of filth. Back when he pushed his strict parenting, he’d also drilled some pretty extreme business principles into me. Little did he know I’d not only memorized them, but also obediently put them into practice. As a result, Lara Powell, the woman who h