A Lifetime To Settle The Score Novels & Stories

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.

“When we finally settled, we’d forgotten how to cry. There was no time for it. We just… moved on.” Her chest tightened at his words, the heaviness of his experiences pressing down on her. “My brother and I spent years focusing on survival. On protecting each other. On fulfilling our responsibilities. Revenge took a backseat—until now.” He turned his gaze back to her, his eyes cold yet resolute. “Now that we have the power, we’ve come back to settle the score. And there’s still a lot left to do.”

“When it goes, there’s no second chances.” “That’s the point,” Colton replied, not looking up. His tone was clipped, stripped of anything but resolve. He secured the final charge with a swift twist of his wrist, then leaned back on his heels. His chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, his expression carved from stone. “We’ve been living on borrowed time since the day we met Lucien. Either we end it now… or it ends us.” Their eyes met—two men bound not by friendship but by war, vengeance, and the kind of tenderness neither dared name. No words passed. They nodded once, and bent back to their work, the silence between them thicker than blood.

“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.

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.

"This is not going to be happening to me forever?" "No. This happening to you forever implies you have lives to fill out that forever but you don't." "What does that mean?" she asked and began to shake. "One day the chasen is going to kill you and you won't come back." "Oh my gosh." "Which is why I said what I said to you that day. You can run all you can but it will catch you . . . The chasen will always catch you because it has a score to settle with you and it will not stop until that score is settled," Vera said.