Arti Act Of Vengeance Mga Nobela at Kwento

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Don't leave me” He sighed, kneeling before me. “I'm here.” My eyes felt heavy as I slowly closed them, a streak of tears flowing down my face. I was scared. Not because I thought I was going to die. This wasn't my body anyway. I was just afraid that I would die without getting the chance to complete my mission, to get my revenge on Raymond. My former life was wasted, and I couldn't waste this second chance that I had been given. I squeezed tightly onto Raymond's hand, holding onto the last bit of life inside of me.

Gulping down saliva he nodded feebly. "Good", he said then let go of his face. He got up and then he continued "Then tell me who sent you" he said as he got to the table that had a large range of different torture tools. He picked up a pen knife sharpening it and then faced the kneeling man. The man gulped and then looked up at him shivering. He looked into his eyes and all he saw was darkness. Indeed this was the devil's incarnate. He looked on in fear as he advanced towards him menancingly.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

​Victor, blood dripping from his temple, was scrambling on his knees toward the discarded gun on the rug. ​"No you don't!" Vivian screamed. ​Driven by sheer adrenaline, Vivian grabbed a heavy, solid bronze statue of a falcon from the desk. She swung it with all the force in her body, bringing it down squarely on the back of Victor’s skull. Victor collapsed onto the Persian rug, unconscious and bleeding. ​Silence descended on the room, broken only by the howling wind through the shattered window and the ragged, heavy breathing of the two survivors. ​Arthur stood in the center of the wreckage. His shirt was torn, exposing his chest, which was slick with sweat and blood from his shoulder. He tu

For my brother's sake. Heaving a deep breath, I walked around the table and stood at the side, with my fingers crossed forward. Car doors slammed outside, and soon, the shuffling of feet were up the steps and into the room. Then, I saw their faces. Dante and Aric. Aric paused at the door, doing a double take as his eyes fell on me, holding my brother in chains. “Wowzers,” he exclaimed, his eyes roaming over my body in lustful appraisal. “You got hotter, you know.”

Men, women, children, it was as if everyone in the pack had come to see her die. She recognized many faces. Marta, whose son she had cured from fever. Old Brian, whose broken leg she had set after a hunting fall. A little girl she had once carried through the snow when her mother collapsed. She looked at them desperately, searching for one sympathetic gaze. But all she got were hateful stares. "Traitor! Killer!" They yelled hurling mud at her as she was dragged from the cart. Then Jerry stepped forward, his dark eyes blazing. He held a dagger in his right hand. He was going to severe their mate bond.

His arm was broken, so why should yours stay whole? His screams filled the room, but I did not flinch. I waved a hand toward the men outside. "Didn't you two like burying people alive? Then you can bury each other this time." Celeste did not resist. I tied them together and tossed them both into the pit. Vincent kept clawing upward, desperate to live. Every time he made it near the top, I kicked him back down. The woman wanted to die, and the man wanted to live. So, I made sure neither got what they wanted.

“Enough talk. Give me Vincenzo’s location.” “And if I refuse?” Victor suddenly tore off his sunglasses. There was a feverish glint in his eyes. “If you won’t let me back, then I won’t tell you.” I looked straight at him. “That just means I’ll have to put in more effort. Vincenzo is already a dead man to me. It’s only a matter of time. And you,” I added calmly, “will die by my hand. For betraying the family by working with Vincenzo, I’ll deal with you personally.”