Novel & Cerita Vengeful Father Syndrome

He looked down to his chest where it landed through the curtains. Presley frowned at the sight and then Liborio and his team were leaving but not before the mobster delivered a parting message. “Hawley, my father was a cold cruel man who once beat me unconscious for taking pancakes which were meant for him. I say this with all the sincerity in the world, your father is the worst father on the planet. His archaic beliefs on the medical system aside, he cares only about getting richer and controlling you. If I were you, I’d look into his actions. He’s been undermining your business for the last year and has been pulling strings trying to make people bail on you simply because he wants you to r

"You old bastard, have you forgotten how our mother died? You murdered her just to keep your impotence a secret. She had just given you a son. How could you do that to her?" Ivan roared, "Fucking bastard! I've still got some pride left in me. If I kept calling you my father, I'd never be able to face my mother in the afterlife. You deserve to die. Even if I go down today, I'll make sure you go down in infamy. "You're an impotent, so you aren't even a man. You can't even touch the women you keep around you. You're pathetic!" Ivan burst into a manic, vengeful laugh.

“Charlie, my father divorced my mother immediately after I was born and I never got to know him. This has nothing to do with-” He cut me off, yelling. “I don't give a fuck! Killing him isn't enough, everyone needs to suffer this! My father was the last family I had left!”. "You are insecure, you're not trying to avenge your father, you just can't forgive yourself so you're trying to pin the fault on someone else” I spat, blinking back my tears. "You're making no sense. Bring. The. Flash. Drive. Or I'll ruin you.” He raised his eyebrows in taunt, nodding to show how serious he was.

“It all happened long ago, I don’t need you to avenge me. You’re a grown man and I can’t stop you but you need to let this go, son.” “You’re right,” he said. “You can’t stop me.” He had been a victim here, too. His vengeance would not be for his father, it would be for him. His father’s mood didn’t improve the rest of the morning, and he almost regretted bringing it up. But maybe his father needed to remember the things he had gone through every now and again because every time he married someone he acted like all of that bullshit didn’t happen. His selective memory was what got him into all this shit.

It lived in his chest like a tumor, growing larger with each passing day, consuming everything good until only rage remained. "You know Hazel was never the cause of this, Galen," Mother said firmly, planting herself between Father and his spiraling fury. "This is about your choices, your past coming back to—" "Oh, so it's my fault then?" Father snapped, whirling on her with his wolf rising to the surface. Gold bled into his eyes, bleeding out the human brown. "Everything is always my fault according to you, isn't it, Vespera? My ambition, my drive to make this pack strong, my refusal to be weak like—"

Caleb asked me, and I smiled. "I will," I replied, and he nodded. " No!" my father growled. " Regan is my problem. He Killed my wife and tried to kill my second wife. He stole from me and tried to kill my family members for nothing because of his greed. He is a sociopath. He is venom, and he is my problem. I will fight him. I have looked for this bastard for years. I want to fight him and kill him very slowly when I am done with him." My father said.

I ask, almost afraid to hear the answer. “His father used to abuse his mother,” Stefano explains, his voice heavy with sorrow. Confusion clouds my features. “If his father was an abuser, why would Vladimir hate his mother for killing him?” “His father might have been a monster, but Vladimir adored him,” Stefano sighs, shaking his head. “His father made him believe that using your fists is the best way to make a woman do what you want.” Disgust twists in my gut at the thought of such a twisted worldview. “Wow, he must have treated his mother really badly if he believed his father’s lies.”

His father had a bullet in his head, bleeding to death on the streets and no one dared to come close to him for fear that they might get killed. He died in a blood bath between the Vikings and Eagles. It was two gangs against one. The Scorpions have always been the strongest and so the two gangs teamed up to take em down. Harry remembers crying his eyes out, screaming for people to help his father. His hands were stained with his father's blood, he was just a child yet nobody cared. Nobody helped. Even his mother went into hiding for fear of loosing her life. So Harry had to watch his father bleed to death, surrounded in a pool of his own blood. That was enough to make him hate humanity, to

My father was rightfully on my side, against his second son, but I know it took a toll on his mating union with Vivian, both of them still the parent that created a creature capable of such hatred. “He is still my son,” he mumbles under his labored breath. “I know he is mad, and he wants to be Alpha, but he has taken this obsession too far. I don’t condone his actions, son, I just want you to know that if they catch him alive, I will do everything in my power to keep him that way.” “Why would you say that?” “Because he is lost, he is upset about the fate of not being an Alpha. He has taken it far too extreme; I can admit that, but he has a right to feel upset.”

It was spreading through my veins, turning my blood to ice, making my fingers and toes go numb in a way that had nothing to do with temperature. My father. The man who'd abandoned me when. Who'd looked at me like I was a disappointment he couldn't wait to be rid of. He'd built an organization that stole children and turned them into killers. He probably hated ,e because he couldn't do that to me. "You're saying, Vittorio has reasons to want you dead?" A slow smile stretches his lips, one that alternates between being reassuring and sad, my heart sank so deep I almost forgot to breathe.