A Story Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

Tom. (Kelly makes her way to the office) Good morning Kelly, good morning Tim, how was your night? Very well, thank you. Here's the coffee and doughnut you enjoy so much. Thank you so much! I nearly forgot this came in today for you. Tim said. I suppose it's new evidence for the burglary case you're working on. Oh my, thank you very much. (Kelly tears the envelope to view its content). Yes! With this information, I can reunite Anna with her Mum.

My friends told me to buy a new one but of course they can say it easily coz they have money and wealth. I grew up in a broken family. My mother left me when Dad cheated on her. They all have their own family and here I am trying to figure out everything about my life, besides I don’t care anymore. I got used to it. I can only see few vehicles in the road since Zoe's family's rest house is in the province.

In quest for vengeance, Cassio became an heartless monster, until he met Skylar. His search for the unknown Mafia that had attacked the night his mum died made him, attack every Mafia cult in Italy, defeating everyone of them until. The red dragons became the most feared Mafia in Italy ever since then, not until he met Skylar and things were begining to change. He became cool, he hardly kill anyone when he gets angry especially when he was with Skylar, he had started getting used to forgiving people when they made him angry. Many people thought Skylar was putting him under some psychological training, while some thought, she was his girlfriend and love overcame all the evil in him

Zach’s main focus was to find people responsible for her death. They would suffer the same fate as she did or worse. The very thought of his revenge plan brought a bad taste to his mouth. But it had to be done. Otherwise, he would not experience any peace. As he was driven towards his new house, his car drove slowly past the Kent Mansion. The sprawling entrance to the home served as a bitter reminder of his past life. When he had accepted life as it came along. But not anymore.

Zitrey stubbornly shakes her head, and Mizu saw how strong the flame of hatred in her obsidian eyes, and so she added, “No honey… don’t let yourself devoured by hatred. Revenge can only bring more suffering. Wishing for a vengeance will pay a high price. Wanting a life will also cost a life and with that you might lose your dearest ones.” And continue on her cracked voice reminiscing her most regretted memory, “Aunt Mizu understand, that flaming hatred you have but you can’t take that path… don’t repeat my mistake, don’t regret what I have regretted…” teardrops started to fall constantly on her left eye yet she still wears a smile.

“And what of Renz? That boy has been breathing too long. You know as well as I do—he cost us more than anyone else ever has. Her words were blunt. I let them sit a second, then stood. The room felt colder. I walked toward her and lowered my voice. “Do you think Renz will go down easy?” I asked. “He’s dangerous. Men like him don’t just die quietly. They fight back.” She didn’t answer. Her face showed she was both afraid and sure. I poured a glass of red wine and held it up. “He won’t vanish. He will hurt. He will watch what he loves burn. Only then will I crush him. Piece… by piece.” I drank slowly, watching her. “To vengeance,” I murmured. “The only thing in this world worth surviving for.”

Shame flickered across his face, but his stance remained firm. I gritted my teeth and pulled back the bowstring once more. I didn't care about the child in her womb. Call me heartless, call me cruel—revenge was the only thing I had left. Then Griffith shouted, "The newly mined ironstone from Avalora Pack!" I stilled.

I ran my finger down the hilt. “You want death?” I whispered to the silence. “Then I will give you extinction. I will be sure that each and everyone that chose to defy me is going to learn their lesson. I'm not going to wake up, not again, and if it is love that I need to fight against, then it is what I'm going to do.” And when Damon opens that letter… he’ll know. He’ll know this isn’t politics anymore. This is vengeance. This is blood. This is the beginning of the end.

Now, vengeance drags them into a dangerous game where obsession, power, and forbidden love collide. Jeremiah Sokolov, once the untouchable Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, rose from the ashes of his own destruction—scarred, ruthless, and unyielding. The man he was died in those flames, and what remains is a cold, vengeful king. The woman he swore to protect and make her his queen was the one betrayed him, or so he believes, and he’s waited years to make her pay. He doesn’t just want her to suffer; he wants her to pay for every agonizing moment he suffered.

"I hired a private investigator to dig up dirt on the Lorenzos, to expose their secrets as a means of revenge. But earlier today , I realized the extent of my actions and the harm I've caused and decided to stop the investigation. I've been secretly seeing Marco for months now, and I saw a text where his father asked him how far he had gone with trying to get me back, so they don't lose Isabella too. That text fueled my anger and blinded me to the consequences of my actions." Silence hangs in the air as I wait for my mother's response, the weight of my confession heavy on my shoulders. Finally, she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who are you, Valentina Luca, and what have you done