Novel & Cerita A Game Of Retribution

he paused and pointed the gun at Cynthia. "You were so good in bed, I foolishly let you into my bed without knowing that you are Delilah. Thank God I am not Sampson who was blinded by sweet pûssy. I am smarter than you" he shrugged. "How much did that guy pay you? Oh, maybe he fûcked you better than I did!" He laughed. "It feels good to waste the blood of those who betrayed you. It will be more fun sucking the blood of your enemies!"

Tears kept sliding down her face. The word “retribution” kept spilling from her lips. Before, she had never believed in it. She had never believed in something like retribution. But now, she did. Now, she truly believed it. In this world, retribution really did exist. “Yes. This is retribution.” Dora’s voice sounded from not far behind her. Summer turned back and looked at Dora, her chest tightening. At that moment, Dora’s eyes held a satisfaction Summer had never seen before.

She sighed as she remembered her three previous players; Maria Labintino, Ralf Ramos, and Carlito Alfonso II. She was not unaware of their grudges at the three men on the floor. She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms thoughtfully. She will include them in the game she created herself. If only she could be enticed by the game she made, it would be too boring. It would be better to include people who are angry with each other, those types who are very eager for revenge. The more, the merrier. The victims you see being eaten up by revenge will not be relieved by the memories that force them to lose themselves. They will have experienced pain until they fall asleep.

It's her retribution. The system laughed.

“This has nothing to do with whether she’s pitiful or not. I just think that the action of attributing the difficulties that kind people or bad people encounter in life to fate or retribution is a manifestation of our incompetency as humans. “Let’s say a person bullied you, you were insulted and beaten by them, and one day in the future, the person died or suffered from some accident or disease. We’ll happily claim that retribution is doing its job, and we’ll feel reconciled and gleeful because of that. But is that really retribution? In fact, that’s the behavior of someone weak and timid.”

“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 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.