A Story Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

Alan asked playfully, a quizzical smile plastered on his face. Ibrahim averted his eyes and remained silent for a while embarrassed from what he said just now, cursing himself in his mind. How could he just blabber about how lovely his wife is? He is going crazy and he blamed it for Anna. Alan still felt so amused, as he giggled a little. He tapped on Ibrahim's shoulder and grinned teasingly at him. “I'm sure you've grown fond of her, Ibrahim, but keep this in mind that the initial goal of your marriage was not love, but vengeance. If you love her, then fight for her, but if you are still very mad about the incident from twenty years ago, then continue your revenge plan. Choose one or you wi

The vengeance he sought was not just for himself, but for Lena, the woman he loved and lost because of Samantha's selfish actions. Celso's heart burned with a cold, unyielding fury. Samantha might think she had escaped the consequences of her actions, but she was wrong. He would be her reckoning, and she would see that vengeance, once ignited, was a fire that could consume everything in its path.

, Cassie chuckled "Get out." "Cassie..." "Get out!!! I said get out!!!" Sarah shuddered and immediately grabbed her bag. Before leaving she glanced at Cassie and said, "I'm sorry" After she left, Cassie slumped into her chair. She put her head in her hands and exhaled. She knew she shouldn't have yelled at Sarah like that. She was only trying to help. But she couldn't help it. The truth was, Cassie was feeling really bad. She felt really awful. She had read through the file her private investigator had given her. And she realized there were somethings about her mother she didn't know. So many things. It made her feel she wasn't a good daughter to her when she was alive. Now that she was dead

" I blinked back the tears pooling in my eyes and smiled at him while he gently grabbed my hand and gave it a small squeeze. Now I know the actual truth behind Shane's vengeance and dad's reasons for keeping me safe. And everything that went wrong from the beginning is all because of Shane.

"That's a great decision." "Besides, you'll help me, right?," I asked. "Of course!" she exclaimed. We both laugh. Right, I don't need a wealthy person to help me. On the other hand, I think what Klyde Morrison said actually makes sense. He is no God of Justice so even though he helped me, we can't be rest assured that I would commit the revenge and justice that I wanted. I can do this. And once I got my revenge, I'll let my aunt and uncle feel the endless fires of hell.

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.

Oh, my dear Zoey…" he drawled as he moved away from her. "Zoey," he said softly, his voice dripping with calmness. "I don't believe in remission, there is nothing like forgiveness. I am Lynx Vance, I believe in revenge, I believe in vengeance. Vanessa and Alexander will pay for their betrayal with their lives, and that useless thing in Vanessa's belly will face his doom soon," Lynx said firmly.

Don't you want revenge? A trace of hatred flashed across Penelope's eyes and her face darkened when she heard those words. She secretly gritted her teeth and said coldly, "Of course, I want revenge." The man stretched out a hand and gently lifted her chin, as if teasing a toy. "If you want revenge, you have to obey me. I promise to make Caleb fall from grace. How does that sound? Do you want to cooperate with me?" After a moment of silence, Penelope nodded resolutely with a cold and terrifying look on her face.

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.

“What exactly do you want, Isabella?” The answer came so easily to me. So clearly. The fire and rage inside me burned hotter than ever. I lifted my chin, my tears still wet on my face. I knew what I wanted. Exactly what I wanted. “Revenge.” The word broke through the silence like glass. The corner of Malakai's lips lifted ever so slightly, almost like he expected it. “Revenge is what I want