A Game Of Retribution の小説・ストーリー

Jackson must have planned this. "What's happening?" Elise whispered. Cameras were set up, and Jackson stepped forward. One of the journalists brought a microphone and a make shift podium for him to speak. “People of the pack,” Jackson began “In seven days, our former Luna will perform the rite of retribution for her crimes. She will shave her hair, wear sackcloth, and walk the length of our pack, begging for our forgiveness.” His words annoyed me further. The rite of retribution was one of the most humiliating punishments imaginable. It was designed to break the spirit, to leave the offender with nothing but shame. And Jackson was going to make Elise endure it in front of everyone.

A memory of the male servant who was whipped because he dared enter my room and made me feel unsafe flashes past my eyes, and I take that in bravely as a reminder, a reminder that sometimes loyalty or fear doesn’t cut it, what does, is a healthy mixture of both. “There’s one person who isn’t loyal to Caelum. One person who knows him personally and will no doubt use this as a means to exact some type of blind rage revenge.” Alora looks at me with confusion in her eyes but his name is already ringing in my mind. Ulric.

I blamed you for what happened, for the life I lost. Camille gasped after hearing that. She grabbed a buzzer to get a doctor as it was clear something terrible was happening to Katherine, but her hand stopped in the middle of the move when she heard another word. - I was reborn.- Alpha whispered. Those words were challenging but also so refreshing. - The Moon Goddess brought me back, giving me the chance to fix my mistakes. And I was doing good, knowing your moves, I could prevent them. Camille was watching her with the wide-open eyes. Was this possible? Was Katherine brought back to life?

“Sir, I know you have lots of questions, I will tell you, but please don't ask me for the name of the man or the family that did this to me.. Sooner or later I will tell you” He nodded, and for about an hour, I narrated everything to him, without mentioning Logan, or his family’s name. I told him about my plans, and how hungry I was to take revenge on the family. “I hope you find your redemption, Ava.. I will take my leave” Lucas stood up to leave but I grabbed his hands. “Please, sir.. Help me out.. I have no one or anywhere to go.. Please help me” he sat down back on the chair, and I saw his eyes lit. ”Revenge is a dangerous game, you might also end up dead, and..”

“I don’t know what your game is, Serena, but I intend to find out everything. And when I do, I will find a way to soothe that hate you’re harboring against me.” I felt it before it even registered. She slammed a knee on the junction between my legs, successfully releasing herself from captivity. Serena circled a hand around my neck, maneuvering me until I was the one pressed against the wall. She wedged an arm against my neck, holding me in place. “You want to know my game? It’s called retribution, Declan. No, you won’t see it coming, but you will feel what I felt when you took everything from me.” She stepped back and watched me cradle my pained manhood.

He stands tall, his chest heaving with labored breaths, his eyes fixed on Selena. “Retribution is a blade forged in the fires of justice, yet wielded by the hands of those with patience and precision. It is not the frenzied slash of revenge, but the calculated strike that waits in the shadows, allowing time to sharpen its edge. True retribution is not blind, but rather it sees with clarity the scales of wrongs and rights, balancing them with an even hand. It is a force that does not seek to merely satisfy the thirst for vengeance, but to restore the equilibrium that was disturbed. It knows that in the act of retribution, the lesson lies not only for the one who receives the blow but also for

I know my father's death wasn't an accident, and the people involved are going to pay dearly. They'll regret the day they were born. This won't be a simple revenge—it'll be the most entertaining game in history. Highly satisfying for me, but a fucking nightmare for them. 'We're bringing back medieval punishments, modernized.' It's going to be super fun—too fun, if you ask me. Author: Have you ever felt like someone could read your soul with just one look? What would you do if pain became the driving force behind the perfect revenge? Nefertary isn’t your average girl, and her game is just beginning.

The woman staring back at me wasn’t Anastasiya Van Houten anymore… I was Valencia. She gave me her life. I had spent my entire life knowing exactly who I was. I had defined myself by the mission, by the kill. Relishing in the darkness like a demon. But now? I was something worse. Something stronger. My heart hardened. Malcom Reece had taken everything from us. And every single person who had played a part in our suffering—in Valencia’s suffering—would pay dearly. No mercy. No forgiveness. Only retribution. Valencia watched me for a long moment before she stood up, extending her hand to help me up.

As it swung open, everyone froze in shock. "Bring her out!" Ean barked. One guard hesitated. "Mr. Smith, the freezer... It seems to have turned on." Ean's expression twisted in anger. "What do you mean turned on? Are you trying to shirk responsibility?" He stepped forward, the cold air hitting him like a physical blow, sending chills down everyone's spine. His face went pale. "Madeline, don't think that this will make me forgive you. Get out here!"

He deserved the beating a little. "Phil stop! You're going to kill him!" She tried pulling him off but the wounded lion was far from listening. "Philip stop!" She shouted but to no avail. Poor James, if he knew that this game he was paid for was going to be like this, he definitely wouldn't have accepted the Job. Why on earth did he even try touching her. He should have just stuck to the plan instead of taking advantage of the situation. He swore never to play such games again.