Stark: My 90-Year-Old Friend Ran Off with My Nephew

Viya Stark loved fighting and killing with all her heart. She loved having control over the lives in her hands, and the blood in her veins constantly roaring and boiling.

Even though she was born and raised in a business family renowned for its good upbringing and wholesome values.

Even though her foster brother, who had grown up by her side, devoted what little energy and patience he had outside his research to her.

Even though her friend, who was weak but unafraid of hardship and wanted to contribute to her country and protect others, kept leading by example and teaching her through words and deeds. Even though her companion, who was strong yet compassionate toward the weak and had an innocent heart, repeatedly reminded her how precious life was and how it deserved reverence.

None of it could shake her feelings or convictions in the slightest.

She simply stopped acting that way because she didn't want them to be upset.

At first, Viya thought it was because wielding great power made it easy for her to be influenced by outside forces and lose her balance.

Later, she found out.

The desire for control, the urge to kill, her belligerence, and her mean streak were all inherited and passed down to each other...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.