A Dark Revenge Romance Series Novels & Stories

Jason successfully pushed Frank away from him as he stood beside me, reaching for my hand. "Clary? Who's this brat?" Frank was panting hard, making me guess Jason was stronger. "Don't tell me you forget so easily." Jason growled. "Did you forget Taylor Devin?" I saw a flicker of surprise in Frank's eyes, but then he quickly masked it with a smirk. "Now you mention it, I remember you, Taylor's little brat! What were you about to do? Avenge Taylor's death?" "Shouldn't you be thanking your stars you were saved for another day?" Jason said with a wicked smile. They both stared at each other hard, as if ready for battle. I turned back to the kitchen again to see if Antonio was back, but he still

“Then let’s make sure he never forgets us.” I smiled against his mouth. “He won’t.” Outside, the city waited for tomorrow night. The induction. The trap. And the blood that would finally wash away ten years of being invisible. I closed my eyes. And let the revenge settle deep in my bones. It felt like coming home.

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

I could see the cracks forming in his composure, the cracks that mirrored the ones I refused to let form in mine. “When you left me five years ago,” I said, my voice hard and unwavering, “did you give me time to process it?” His expression shifted, guilt flickering in his eyes. “Is this revenge?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. “I thought we were cool. I thought... I thought you were back.” I laughed, but it was humourless, bitter. “Back?” I repeated, shaking my head. “This was never about getting back with you, Zeke.”

"You need to understand exactly what you are to me. You're not a person. You're a debt payment. Your father took from me, so I'm taking his daughter." I stared at the papers. "Even if everything you said is true, I didn't do anything. Why punish me?" "Because you're all he has left." Damian's smile was cruel. "He's dead. I can't make him suffer. But I can make you suffer in his place. Every day you'll remember that you sold yourself because of what he did." "You're a monster." "Yes." He pushed the contract closer. "But I'm a monster who can save your sister. Marriage. One year minimum. You'll live here, attend events as my wife, play the part publicly."

It was the only thing I could smell ever since our encounter. “You will never have her!” The darkness within me growled. “You will never have the love of a mate. I will not allow it!” It made me remember my last mate, and how she died in my arms, bleeding all over me. I had killed her. I had sworn never to take another lover, another mate. I had locked my inner emotions far away that even the faintest smell of a mate would not be perceived for as long as I had lived. But this girl, caught in a wolf’s trap, had easily unlocked centuries of dedication and hard work. From the moment I met her, something in me awakened.

And yet, everyone who tries to hurt me is ending up dead. He once made sure I got a scholarship only to use it as a setup to torment me. Paid people to bully me, stood back while my life fell apart, and framed me until I got expelled… all because he hated me. And now that I’m trying to take it all back, trying to get revenge… it’s like I’ve awakened something darker. Why do I keep going back and forth in my head instead of moving forward with the plan? Why is this turning into something else entirely?

And suddenly, the lines I had drawn, revenge, hatred, and strategy, blurred. I stepped back into the shadows, forcing myself to remember why I was here. He had taken everything from me. My father. My family’s legacy. I could not afford to falter now, not for desire, not for empathy, not for… anything. Yet as I walked away, a tiny spark of doubt lodged itself in my chest. Could I really hate him, knowing he was… like this? Damien’s POV

Finally, he slammed the folder shut and shot to his feet. "Bastards! This is absolutely inhuman!" he roared. "How could they do this to their own daughter?" His eyes blazed with righteous anger. "That girl had more talent in her little finger than most healers have in their whole body! Alpha Blackthorne, you have my word. I'll help get justice for Ms. Blackwood!" He began pacing around the office like an enraged wolf. "I hereby announce that my pack is unilaterally terminating all partnerships with Moonlight Healing Studio!"