Arti Act Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

The first call I made was short and precise. “I need everything you can find on a man named Silas. Connected to the old trafficking establishment that burned years ago. The one that no longer exists on paper.” “How deep?” “As deep as it goes. Survivors. Associates. Anyone who walked out of that fire.” “Understood.” I ended the call and sat at the desk. Vincent had repeated the name during his episode. Over and over. Like it was the only thing his mind could hold onto while everything else fell apart.

He lusts towards her. And the blocked senses of his mind actually accepted his unacceptable acts without any hesitation. He felt no remorse in touching her or ruining her beyond the limit. He felt contented and that was enough for him. But was his contentment enough for her? _______________________________________ I know the limit of him being ruthless is going out of hands but you need to understand revenge is something that blinds you to the extent that you started thinking whatever you're doing is right even when it's absolutely wrong. The spicy twist story is going to start now. So be ready. Keep on taping on the star button to show your love. Till the next Adios.

The tears she was trying to stop finally left her eyes as she whispered further. "Even if your victory caused my life?" Alvin clenched his jaw before grabbing the document and forwarding to her. "In our world, Sacrifice is a must, you will not die, Aurora. Life can be tough ahead but I can't let him win!" This time she stared at her father and couldn't recognize him, the vengeance and the need to take Ace down had shunned his mind completely.

“If it wasn’t for the boss, I’d pull your teeth out with a pair of pliers and cut your fingers off.” My stomach knots. These are dangerous men. Men like Ace. But I can’t back down. Not to this asshole. “If Ace was here, you’d lose that hand.” I say it with conviction because I know it’s true. Maybe it’s not as vulgar of a visualization as having my teeth pulled out and my fingers cut off, but if Artie was smart, he’d be scared. Because Ace is going to dismantle him as soon as he gets the chance. Artie is not smart. He just laughs.

“Arthur borrowed my car a day before I went to Yorkshire with my family. I didn't suspect anything because he is my friend and I trusted him. When I went back to England, I was very surprised that the police came to me for witness testimony. I was confused because I was not even there, but they insisted because they said my car was there. The police released me after several days of interrogation because they did not have enough evidence about me. I tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together, and I eventually found out that it was Arthur.” “Why? Why did he want to kill my father? Why?” Asked Ibrahim, frustrated. “Your father... We were good friends. We had just started our businesses sep

The man didn’t even notice that anything was wrong even when Yuri was standing right behind him with Odium in one hand. “You’ve been counting your money all this time. Have you ever calculated the number of bad deeds that you’ve done before your death? I’m sure that it’s countless,” said Yuri coldly. “Who’s that?” The man gasped, and turned around only to meet the barrel of Odium pressed against his ribcage – where his heart was. Yuri’s eyes were cold as she replied, one finger against the trigger of her gun. “Phantom XIII,” she said coldly. “I’ve come to deliver a vengeance.”

The man who had finally, in his last moments of consciousness, tried to be the hero I needed. Then I looked at Arthur’s door. He was the innocent victim of a three-year nightmare. He was the key to everything. If I saved Xander but let Arthur die, Xander would wake up only to find himself a murderer by proxy. He would never forgive himself. He would never be whole. "Dr. Aris!" I screamed, my voice cracking the silence of the hall. The doctor appeared at the small viewing window of the surgical suite, his face pale. "Miss Vance! The power is fluctuating! We can't maintain the sterile field in both rooms!"

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Arthur says, making no attempt to defend himself. "Go ahead. I know you don't care about that little f*cker. What is your beta to you, the great Alpha Victor, the Black Wolf?" Victor lets him go, feeling his rage yield to his concern. "Whatever you've done with my Beta, I'll return to you ten times worse." Arthur rubs his throat and smirks. "How canonical." Before Victor can react, Ariadne slams into Arthur, snarling, bright blue eyes glowing with anguish.