A Story Of Vengeance の小説・ストーリー

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ RETRIBUTION (COMING SOON) REVENGE IS JUSTICE ATHENA It's more karma than vengeance, but it counts. Dylan Thompson, James Miller, and Tom Sanders will pay for what they have done to me. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to make them wish they'd never met me; they always say save the best for last, so my vengeance on them will be my grand finale, but the others will have to pay first. Leo

A cold man was HOW I once considered myself, but since the day I watched the woman I vowed to spend my life with, the one I chose to have my babies get shot, something in me was born, and my once unfeeling soul felt a burning fire for answers, with it an undeterred need for vengeance. I knew the path I was taking didn’t just end with bloodshed, because the people I was going to end would just be the beginning. Vengeance never sat dormant, nor did it perish in time. It was waiting for a perfect moment to be born, a gap in the story to rear its head. Beggar showed me that, the day she put a bullet in Zero’s brother. The brother still wonders how she could love him and kill his family. He is pe

Seeing him stand up for me made me feel so special. Mandy clenched her fists firmly, "that loose lip." "Yea, how dare he? No one has ever called us dumb or stupid." Mckayla added. "We are gonna shift our focus from Trina." "What?" Mckayla raised her brows. "Trina will no longer be our target. Jake will. We are gonna make his life miserable and make him regret choosing that ugly Trina over us. I learnt that his birthday is next week. We are gonna ruin his party for him using Trina."

I was dying. With a low wince, I called out into the darkness. “Hear me, Moon Goddess! I've faced betrayal… I've faced death… I'm nearly dead but I seek vengeance! I swear vengeance on those who wish me dead. I will cling to the hatred for those who wronged me and I will make them pay! I will rewrite my story. I will!” My insides were chilly. I was fading away. With one last whisper, I called out to the Goddess again. “Let me have justice.”

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

Emani came from the other end. “If I am allowed to restart, I won't make the mistake of not choosing you as my groom.” Cassandra kissed her husband so hard that the guests went on cheering. She held onto her little family with so much love and pride. “I am a beauty of vengeance and I gain love on my journey” <> Bebesan7 THE END

The memory of her family's betrayal haunted her every waking moment, fueling a fire of vengeance that burned relentlessly in her heart. With each passing day, she delved deeper into the shadows of the criminal underworld, honing her skills as a lawyer by day and a clandestine operative by night. She sought out allies in the most unlikely of places, forming alliances with those who shared her desire for justice and retribution. Amari's quest for vengeance took her to the darkest corners of the city, where she encountered danger at every turn. But she refused to back down, drawing strength from the memory of her family's betrayal and the burning desire for retribution that fueled her every ste

​I didn't give a damn about their empty, pathetic threats. ​In my first life, I had died because I was pathetic. I had died because I foolishly trusted the hollow kindness of others, paralyzed by a naive, suffocating fear. But now? I was a cold-blooded tactician reborn from the very depths of hell itself. I had clawed my way back to life for one reason only: vengeance. I would never again allow a single soul, or any twisted trial system, to look down on my existence. ​Suddenly, a massive, burning-hot hand clamped around my waist from behind, gripping me with a brutal, terrifying possessiveness.

I came to Vane Capital to destroy the man who murdered my father’s legacy. But I didn't expect to be caught mid-hack by Julian Vane himself. ​Now, I’m his 'Golden Captive'—blackmailed into a deadly game of corporate espionage. Locked in his penthouse, I’m forced to work inches away from the man I swore to ruin. But as bullets fly and the real traitor emerges from the shadows, I realize that Julian isn't the monster I memorized. He’s a victim of the same conspiracy that crushed my family. ​In a world of blood and binary, the line between revenge and desire is razor-thin. I was the 'Ghost' in his machine, but now, I’m the only one who can keep us both alive. The hunt is on, and this time, we