Neil_Palmer

Born into poverty, Don always believed he was destined for more. When he discovers the ability to see thirty minutes into the future, he begins manipulating everyone around him—family, classmates, and enemies alike.

Power-hungry and ruthless, Don sees the world as a game he’s meant to win. But as his ambitions grow, so does his isolation. Will he rule as a king, or will his thirst for power consume him completely?

A dark tale of manipulation, ambition, and the making of a villain.

The Time weaver

Don knew the truth about power—it wasn't just about taking it. It was about holding it.

And holding power was harder than most people realized.

Kyle had ruled with brute force, but force alone couldn't build a kingdom.

Nick ruled through manipulation, but control through fear could only last so long.

Don? He had to be smarter than both.

Now that he had struck first, he had no choice but to keep moving. To stay ahead.

Because Nick wasn't going to sit back and let this happen.

And someone was going to pay the price.

Ryan caught up to Don as they walked toward the parking lot, his expression tense.

Ryan nodded. "Ethan's been trying to find out more, but Nick's shut everything down. No one's talking."

And when Nick planned, someone suffered.

Don scanned the area. "Who's missing?"

Ryan frowned, thinking. Then his face darkened.

By the time they found him, it was already too late.

Ethan was slumped against the back wall of the gym, bruises already forming on his face. His lip was split, blood trickling down his chin.

Ethan coughed, wincing as Don knelt beside him.

"What happened?" Don asked, voice calm.

Ethan let out a bitter laugh. "What do you think happened?"

He had known Ethan was feeding Don information.

And he had made sure Ethan paid for it.

Ethan wiped blood from his mouth. "They didn't finish the job," he muttered. "Nick wanted me to deliver a message."

Don's eyes narrowed. "What message?"

Nick wasn't playing around anymore.

Nick wanted Don to know exactly what was coming.

And he wanted Don to feel powerless to stop it.

Don stood slowly. "Can you walk?" he asked Ethan.

Ethan grimaced but nodded. "Yeah."

"Good." Don's voice was cold. "Because I need you to do something for me."

"I need you to let everyone know exactly what Nick did to you."

Ethan hesitated. "You want me to admit I got my ass kicked?"

Don smirked. "No. I want you to show them that Nick punishes loyalty."

Ethan's eyes widened slightly as he understood.

Nick thought he was making an example out of Ethan.

But Don was about to turn that example against him.

By the next morning, the school was buzzing.

Nick had ruled through loyalty. Through trust.

Because if Nick would do this to Ethan—someone who had been his—then no one was safe.

And doubt? Doubt was more dangerous than any punch.

But Don had put the first crack in his armor.

Now all he had to do was shatter it.

Nick sat at his usual table, expression blank.

And Don could tell—Nick was already trying to figure out how to counter it.

But Don had one advantage Nick didn't.

And the moment Nick made a mistake?

The First Casualty