A Lifetime To Settle The Score Novels & Stories

“I don’t have the power to take revenge… I can’t even afford a lawyer to fight for me…” “I already told you,” he stepped closer, his voice steady. “I have the power.” He stretched his hand toward me. “Join hands with me. Together, we can burn their world down. You’ll get everything you lost back… and make Ethan and Lila beg for mercy.” “By marrying you…” I said slowly. “For just one year,” he replied. “After your revenge is done, you walk away.” I stared at his outstretched hand. If I jump… Ethan and Lila win. If I live… I fight.

Trust issues are hard to cure. She knows it too well. She had gone through it a lot of times. "Then, if I want you as a lackey, will you agree?" Roy grit his teeth. He knew it. Still, rather than having his point deducted, it's better to repay her. "For how long?" He asked her. "Is… Lifetime too much?" BANG! Everyone was startled by the noise and turned over to see Roy had made a crack on Leqaria's table. Flames of anger and animosity can be seen in Roy's eyes.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind and you don’t have to apologize, Tami.” I sighed, gathering myself together. And the silly man grinned again to tease me. “Well, sometimes, I also need and enjoy witnessing a drama right in front of me.” I just frustratedly ran my fingers through my hair and rolled my eyes. He chuckled. Ethan even caressed his chin as if thinking something playful. “Johann and Celyn… I and Scarlette. Looks like I already have an idea now who’s next in line, within our circle of friends, to get married…”

Then he slid the pink pearl back. “The precedent’s already been set. Noble sacrifice earns Immortality. Reel will testify to that.” Angel looked at her brother, who held his wife’s hand to his lips. Reel had earned Immortality for sav¬ing Erica’s life, then declined it to spend the rest of his with her.

The police were already downstairs. Dense footsteps were closing in. Calder was still trying, tirelessly, to talk me down. "This is the company’s annual gala. Whatever grudge you have, why make a scene here?" That sentence jolted me awake. Why did it always happen at the annual gala? In every rebirth, the moment when that other version of me killed Elan always fell within the same five minutes of the company gala. Those five minutes were fixed. Absolutely fixed.

Troy asked, his voice scared. A thick, masculine voice with a hint of Arabian accent replied, "Courtesy of Madame A. Whoever betrays her shall never get to live." I heard a desperate Troy scream, "Hey, man. I didn't mean to! I didn't mean it! Don't shoot me! Don't shoot!!! Daniel, Madame A is…" The sound of a gunshot followed, and then deafening silence. "Troy? Troy Macbeth, are you there?" I asked, talking into my phone, but I knew it was useless.

We stayed abroad until the day the exam results were released. My parents stood beside me, nervously staring at the computer screen. When my score finally appeared, they threw their arms around me and burst into tears. Dad repeatedly slapped my shoulder in excitement. "My son's got a future! You really made your old man proud!" Not long after, I received a message from Avery. She had scored 250. I immediately edited a screenshot and sent it to her, changing my own score to 233. Over the next few weeks, Avery came to see me several times. Just like in my previous life, I continued treating her well.

"I was scared too, but it's over now. We can't let the past ruin our present, right?" Antoine turned and pulled me into his arms. With his chin resting on my head, his voice was muffled as he said, "Don't scare me like that again." "Alright." "And you have to make it up to me." "Okay… How?" A triumphant smile spread across his face, and his eyes sparkled mischievously as his hands pinched playfully at my waist. "What do you think, my dear wife?" … A month later, Chandler's incident had completely faded from public attention. He was declared paralyzed and unable to speak, while Heather was admitted to a psychiatric facility.

But I didn’t flinch. “I asked a question,” my father snapped louder. “What is the meaning of this?” But before I could answer, Garrett stepped forward, his voice calm and steady. “There’s only one way to settle it,” he said, and just like that, every head turned to him. Everyone wanted to know what came next. How do you resolve something like this? How do you settle a claim when two brothers are bonded to the same woman? Garrett looked between me, Daryl, and Ciara before turning back to the elders.

Not under my watch. "Before we die, we must settle our scores with the person we despise the most. Don't look for us. It's our final wish," Keenan's voice cracked at the end of his statement, his eyes clouding over. "It can't end like this," I said through gritted teeth. "What are you going to do?" Keenan croaked. Gritting my teeth, I rose to my feet with his help. Then, I squared my shoulders, wiping away the tears on my face.