A Game Of Retribution Novels & Stories

had several questions to ask but wanted to let it all lie low while I focused on the future and how to get my revenge on those who had killed me. I was sure not going to let it slide. I wanted to know exactly how I was reborn, but it seemed as though River kept going back and forth whenever I asked him that particular question, so I decided to let it slide. River was either keeping the information from me or didn't know either from the surprise I saw in his eyes when I walked in. I shook my head and made up my mind that my revenge would come first. Our conversation continued, and as we spoke, I found myself slowly letting go of my old grudges. I realized that, in this new life, we could be

Why should I be afraid when death seems to be my twin at this point? He sneered, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, I really like your feisty attitude. I'm glad you're finally showing it." I ignored him and slowly moved in a circle, and he followed my movements. Okay, let's play a little game, tsk. I noticed something breakable behind him, so I took this opportunity to grab it and smash it over his ugly face. Just as I was about to swing, he pulled the trigger. The roaring sound in my ears was so loud that I stood there, stunned and motionless.

Marco promised with a smile. A small smile graced Tamara’s lips as she nodded and stared at the next stage of her plan on her revenge board. David and Chelsea had gotten married with the most lavish wedding that spalshed across the front pages of business magazines. With a smirk, Tamara unclipped one of the torn front pages that made up her board. Fine. They could try to be happy after killing her baby, her sister, and stealing her company and her life from her. But she would be coming back for them.

Retribution was a cleaner calculus than the messy, uncertain game of espionage Sabatine was proposing. “He doesn’t deserve a path,” Anton finally growled, the words torn from him. “This isn’t about what he deserves,” Sabatine said, reaching out, his hand closing over Anton’s wrist where it lay clenched on the leather seat. The touch was an anchor. “This is about what you need. You need Silas gone. Not just inconvenienced. Gone. Finch can help you do that. Your anger… It's a weapon. But point it at the right target.”

"W-What do y-you want f-from me?" Retribution smiled with such maliciousness that she could have made most of the guild counsel turn tail and run. "I know what you have been doing to your husband and his family, but I want to hear your story. Your fate may be a little less painful if you comply with my wishes." Delora paled then reddened. She started to let out a string of curses and insults, but was interrupted by Retribution’s steel re-enforced bracer coming hard across her face. "Insolence is not becoming of a fool." Disdain dripped from Retribution’s tones. Now bleeding freely, Delora opted to give her the information she wanted. When Delora was finished with her confession, Retribution

I would dismantle their lives, strip away their facade of happiness, and expose them to the darkness that lay beneath. A sinister smile curled upon my lips, a chilling reflection of the darkness that had consumed me. The game was no longer a mere pursuit; it was a battle for their souls. Daniel and Jessica were unwitting participants in a twisted dance of retribution, and I, the orchestrator of their demise, would revel in their unraveling.

“I’m sorry. I was arrogant back then. I thought you’d never leave me, so I was selfish. I made mistakes, and more excuses to cover them up. I thought you’d always forgive me. But I have finally understood—hurt is hurt. Nothing I’ve done deserves forgiveness. “Now that I’ve gotten my much-deserved retribution, you must live happily from now on. “And don’t come see me anymore. A dying man like me brings you bad energy.” I gave a faint nod and was ready to leave. Finn suddenly spoke again to stop me from leaving. “Tell me, the reason you came to see me today… Is it because you still have a shred of feeling for me? “Do you still love me? I looked at him with my cold gaze. “The reason I came toda

I said, my grin widening as her face went pale. "You’re bluffing! You don’t know anything. Stop lying! You don’t know why she lost her job!" Lisa shouted, falling right into my trap. "Wait, does that mean her mother wasn’t on vacation and was actually fired? That bitch acted like she was better than everyone. What a joke!" someone from the table behind us said. Lisa's face turned as red as a tomato. Revenge was so satisfying; who would have known it would feel this good to get back at the people who hurt me? I should have grown a backbone ages ago.

“You will not be subject to Retribution just for a lie.” Retribution. One word but enough to make those who know it be chilled down to the bone. Jin never experienced it but he saw it. It was the highest form of punishment in the Rigiddin household. He had seen Raeya go through it. He also saw Rex barely survive it. It was not something to be taken lightly and was fit for traitors, murderers, and other deadly crimes. Chief Raius imposing retribution even to his siblings showed his identity as someone with an iron hand. For the others, it was too much. But for the main Rigiddin family, it was a form of training–an unpleasant one. Jin chuckled. “Then for that I am grateful. My life has been sp

Finn was a mountain of muscle and raw, unchanneled power. "Is that your plan? Retribution?" Val's hand found Finn's forearm. The heat coming off the shifter was enough to blister. "He shattered your skull, Finn. Another hit like that and you won't just be out for the season. You'll be dead. Or worse—mindless." Finn’s jaw tightened. "I’ll take that risk." "It's a suicide mission." "It's the game, Val. You wouldn't get it." Val flinched as if struck. "I’ve spent my life stitching shifters back together after 'the game.' Looking at your face, I’d say I’m right to call it barbaric."