A Story Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

I nodded twice in agreement with what she had stated. “She’s a wife in the next one. She also seeks vengeance for the same reason.” For the second time, I smiled. “The one next to her was only a young man, but they murdered his family when he was a child, and he witnessed it with his own eyes.” I tightened my hand, knowing that I wasn’t alone.

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

My pulse was steady—too steady for a man who’d just set a trap. But something else stirred. Something darker. Hungrier. Something I couldn't explain yet. Zara Langford wasn’t just a pawn. She is a perfect bait to use in perfecting my revenge You just wait for me Victor, I'm coming hard for you. Zara Langford I made it to the elevator before my knees threatened to give out. Holy mother of hell.

But when I looked into her eyes, I saw the same steel I once saw in myself the kind that could not be bent, only tempered by time. So I said nothing. I only stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. For a moment, she resisted, but then she melted into me, her shoulders shaking with quiet, angry tears. “I won’t let him win,” she whispered. “I know,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. “And that’s exactly what terrifies me.” Because I had seen enough of fate to know this truth, when love and vengeance collided, something always had to break. And I was terrified it would be her heart.

Kristoffer blurted out another query. "I made a promise to myself." "A promise?" Kristoffer hummed. "What sort of promise relates to rejecting her as your mate?" I shook my head at the same time that I heaved out a loud sigh. "A promise to seek vengeance for what Sarina did to my parents. Once I've successfully avenged them with my own strength, then there's nothing else that I'd worry about. I wouldn't even care if Celeste wouldn't be mine."

The joy in his heart was pounding when he remembered how last night he killed James with his own hands. Alexander felt the protruding part of his armpit, it was a bug that was implanted in his body. With this tool, he can tell everyone the situation he is in, without having to bother using his cellphone. In his heart, he smiled with satisfaction. Imagining how Xavier would lose at the hands of the enemy. ** Sinokmput

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

oden said to one of his guards, his voice echoing. Vanessa stepped backward alongside Malia, both their eyes trembling not wanting to face Annabelle. Vanessa's forehead perspired, rivulets of sweat populating her brows. They then stopped, they couldn't move any further. Their knees weakened, their legs joint free, no longer supporting their body weight. Vanessa kneels and then Malia. Duke Frenger envelopes the frightened crowd. He quickly grabs a sword from the floor, rushing towards Annabelle with the gait of a warrior, his sword raised up high, aiming to cut off Annabelle's neck.

Damien’s voice still echoed in my head as I walked away: I love you. Love was easy to say. Love was cheap. But revenge—revenge was earned. Two days before the wedding, I lost everything. And in that same moment, I decided to take everything back.

If they had hurt her, if they had dared to lay a hand on her beyond that dungeon wall, I would make them weep. Melody most of all. I could still see her in my memories so perfect, so adored. But I hadn’t just stepped aside, I had endured and bottled up my pain and fury. I had survived. And then I had snatched her child just like she snatched my happiness. That had been the beginning. My vengeance had simmered, matured. But now it was time to bring the story full circle. She took Elena’s freedom, and I would take everything from her.