A Soul's Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

Cody even tried to grab my hand, but Noah stepped in to block him. “Emily, I know I was wrong. I’ll never listen to my mom again. “Because of my sister, I lost my job. Yet, my mom still wants me to get her out of prison. I’m really starting to hate her! “From now on, I’ll only listen to you. Please forgive me. Just look at me, Emily. Please?” I remembered how, in my last life, I had begged their family in the same pitiful way. Cody’s response back then had been, “You brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

The same love I kept on denying and calling it friendship and pushed him away? Theo looked at him with patient eyes, waiting for me to speak up.. When I didn't, he just held me tighter.. I sighed feeling his warmth.. We'll see what happens next.. But I can't lie to him and hurt him anymore.. "I am reborned.. I know it sounds crazy but it's true.. " I felt him stop breathing for a moment before kissed the back of my head for me to continue.. "I already lived my life and saw my tragic end.. And also saw the people who caused it.. I was too naive to not see through their intentions.. But this time, I won't be this naive.. I'll take revenge from them.. I'll make them pay heavily.. "

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

Let them think I was retreating in defeat. Let them believe they'd won.. But I knew something they didn't. Something I'd discovered in the ancient texts hidden deep in the rogue archives. The Lunar Soul's power came with a price – one that would destroy both Roman and his precious Belle. As I mounted my horse and rode into the gathering darkness, I touched the scar on my face where Darius had marked me. Soon, they would all pay. Soon, they would understand the true meaning of revenge. Behind me, I could hear Lucien already taking charge, his voice carrying across the camp as he rallied the troops. Good. Let him play his part. In the end, they were all just pawns in my game.

The flames were not just physical; they tore at her soul, devouring everything in their path. Revenge. It surged through her like a wave, consuming her thoughts before the darkness took hold. She felt the need for vengeance rise, a primal hunger. She was not going to die weak. She was not going to die forgotten. The flames roared louder in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the pack, the sounds of her betrayal. She could feel the heat, the burn, and her blood seemed to boil with it. The thought of Darius—of all of them—betraying her, casting her aside, pretending she was nothing… the betrayal that had ripped her apart inside. It was the last thing she would ever feel.

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

In the parking lot in Francesca’s car away from prying eyes, Tamara brought her knees up to her chest and let the tears flow. She could see Francesca didn’t understand but the woman didn’t push. She just gently rubbed Tamara’s back as Tamara cried. Flashbacks of a year ago rushed through her brain. Why did she feel this way? They had wronged her! Tried to kill her! And yet her revenge journey felt like it was taking away pieces of her soul. “Want me to take you home?” Francesca eventually asked as Tamara stopped crying and silently stared out the car window. “No,” Tamara shook her head. “Let’s go see her,”

Susan's expression twisted as if she had been struck by lightning. "Did you leak the wedding news to me on purpose? You lured me back here so I would become the villain who ruined everything!" She shot up from her seat and slammed her palms against the glass. "Psychopath! You're a complete psychopath! You love Daniel, don't you?! What the hell are you trying to do?!" She was so agitated that when she noticed Chloe behind me, she lashed out at her too. "You! You are just as guilty! I never would've entered the entertainment industry if you didn't trigger me! If it weren't for that, there wouldn't have been a crowd that day!

My body is here, but my soul is already gone. I can’t move my arms. I can’t move my legs. ‘If only I had been faster. If only I hadn’t given her the space she asked for. If only I hadn’t chosen revenge over her.’ The words repeat in my head over again stabbing deep in my heart. A deep, bone-shaking growl rips out of my chest, It tears through the air and makes the ground beneath us tremble. Everyone around freezes. Some bow their heads in fear. Others step back.

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.