A Sinister Revenge Novels & Stories

I asked. Sinclair sighed, “Aric, if there is something I learned from being a hitman, it is that nothing is ever what it seems on the surface. Why would someone grab me? Did our parents ever look for me? Was I payment? Was I away for someone to get revenge against our parents? If so, why? Kidnapping a newborn from the hospital and then dumping said newborn in an orphanage is an act of revenge against the parents. No one does something like that because they are crazy. They do something like that because they are calculative.” In all of the excitement of Sinclair possibly being my sister, I hadn’t stopped to think that far ahead. I mean, I have, but not to that extent.

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.

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

“Revenge.” ‎

Diana stated angrily, “Your friend for our sister. You're lucky it’s not you who’s missing. Hell, you’re lucky your man saved your soggy ass. If you ask me, you should be dear just like my sister. You should be punished for what you did.” Hearing the girl say that to me, for some reason, hurt. She hadn’t said anything wrong. I am lucky. It should be me instead of Rebecca. This wasn’t right. And I should be punished for what I did. I killed someone. I didn’t just hurt someone- I killed someone. My emotions conflicted within me as I didn’t know what to feel anymore. “I’ve had enough of this.” Sinister stated angrily, “Rosalie was a traitor, and she’ll always be. If Grey here hadn’t killed her,

Inessa's chest tightened in pain. "And after getting up from his coma , his father took him away to abroad for more speedy recovery and at after one year, at the age of 22 , he completely recovered and healed but his heart died with his mother and then he decided to do what his mother had never wanted him to be. Izan became Sinister and had promised himself to kill each and every person who had taken his mother away from him and for one year, his father and his men trained him. At the age of 23 , Sinister came back to this country again and here he got to know that Nevaeh was the person who betrayed him. He wasn't ready to believe it any cost that she would ever do something like that to h

“Seth has ties to the mafia. He’s a part of that life. He might be dangerous, and if he finds out that I am deceiving him, what will happen to me?” “This changes nothing, Ivy. I have told you time and time again that by choosing to take revenge against the people who hurt our family, you are choosing to put your life in danger. Whether you like it or not, this is what you’re subscribed to, and I’m not going to let you stop.” “But—” “Remember that I am more dangerous than that man. I can do worse than he will do to you, and you know this. This retribution has been a long time coming, and I would be damned if I allowed your fear to get in the way.”

"To talk. About what happened to you. About Dominic Kane and Ivy Blackwood and the spectacular way they destroyed your life in front of everyone." "I'm not interested in…" "I'm offering you revenge," Miranda interrupted smoothly. "Real revenge. The kind that will make them both suffer the way you've suffered. Are you interested or not?" Sophia should have hung up. Should have blocked the number and moved on with her life. But the word "revenge" sang in her blood like a promise. "I'm listening," she said. In his penthouse, Sebastian Thorne smiled. The pieces were all falling into place.

He dragged me back into the shadows of the hallway, his face inches from mine, his head shaking frantically. "Don't," he hissed. "It’s not time to be stubborn, Derek. Any stupid movement now and he will take it out on Rose. You know how he plays." I stared at the door, the sounds of the maid’s muffled sobs echoing in the hall like a death knell. My father wasn't just a murderer, he was a hypocrite who enjoyed the power of the hunt. "Let the Saint finish his sin," Silas whispered, his grip tightening. "We wait for the right time. That’s when we burn him."

"Amelia, I promised her I won't leave her and now it is inevitable to break that promise. I am going to find that damn woman at any cost and take revenge for what she did to my brother." "But Sean she didn't know the consequences of what she did. I am sure she doesn't know that all this happened." I looked at him with so much anger that I think he could see the red in my eyes. And yes he did because his gulp just confirmed it. "She bloody knew he was sick and the operation was necessary but no all she cared was her revenge. It is time to end the game she started." I said wiping my tears, I am not going to shed a tear for her even if I did for my brother. Amelia you always saw the good side o