Arti Act Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

She would make sure he was dead tonight. Kenchiki stood in front of his brother's body to block the woman's eyes from his brother's body. He didn't like the look she was giving his brother. He needed to have a talk with his brother. Yoshiki looked away from the woman being dragged away, it was over for her and soon enough she should apply her final move, desperate people do desperate acts even if they know they were done for, because they have nothing to live for they use any means to accomplish their goal, and Sera Skylander was a woman who lost everything in one fell swoop and knew the person responsible, her revenge should be quick and take place tonight, which was exactly what he wanted.

Mandy barked. "Yea, I think she'll be a great profit to the band." Mandy was suffocated with shock, and was getting short of breath, "but um... You just met this loser today and we... I and Mckayla have known you since a long time." "Yea, I'd pick either of you but Trina is the singer Jackson Fellas need. I'm sorry but I pick Trina." Mandy felt bittered, she stared into his eyes boiling in fury and she turned her gaze to me. I could see the rage in her eyes, I got nervous like she was going to push me in front of a train, and I stared at the floor to avoid staring into her eyes.

"Yes. We'll help you, pathetic little creature that you are. But not because I wish to help you. Because of what you'll do to repay me." The things I'll have you doing. Chest heaving, fire lit her eyes at his provocation. Enraged that he'd dare propose such a bargain. Dare make demands on her. Go ahead, be mad. That'll just make this vengeance all the sweeter. Disseus remembered his own rage. "What lengths are you willing to go to, to save your son. For your revenge?" He asked the question directly. Forcing her to answer the question just as bluntly.

I had waited, patient as stone, until the day I was strong enough to walk into the heart of my enemy's kingdom without trembling. Mom. Dad. I've come to avenge you. A determined smile crossed my lips, sharp and humorless. Nothing would stop me tonight — not even if it cost me my own life in the process. I had made peace with that a long time ago. My senses caught movement before I heard it — a shift in the air, the faint scent of leather and steel drifting on the breeze. I slipped behind a marble pillar carved with golden wolves mid-howl, ancient kings kneeling beneath them in tribute, and pressed my back to the cold stone. Footsteps. Voices. Getting closer, unhurried, easy — the walk of men

“I will never belong to you.” He crossed the room in two strides, catching my jaw in his hand. His thumb pressed against my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. His eyes were fire and ice all at once. “You already do,” he whispered. The words seared through me like a brand. For a terrifying heartbeat, I almost believed him. Almost felt the inevitability of it, like chains sliding into place. But I wasn’t done. Not yet. I shoved his hand away, my voice sharp as broken glass. “Enjoy your victory tonight, Dante. Because I swear to God, the first chance I get—I’ll cut your throat in your sleep.”

He stood back, bowed his head and gave his final respect, then said, “I have to see to the others. We need to leave before they take this route on their way back.” I could not look at him. My throat closed the moment I tried to speak, and I feared that if I opened my mouth, only broken sobs would come out. Before leaving, he pulled me into a hug. Though i stood stiffed, I realized I needed it. He wishpered into my ears. “If the gods will it, we will survive and avenge them.” And he let go of me. “I’ll stay a little while,” I whispered. He nodded and left quickly. I sat beside the grave until my tears dried, then rose to my feet. Brushing the dirt from my hands, I looked at the sky, the star

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!"

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.

"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.