Arti Act Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

He chuckles. It’s my turn to have a little fun, so taking a page out of my mother’s book, I grab the cactus and shove it down the rogue’s throat. He gags, splutters, and screams around the prickly little bastard before I rip it out, making sure to tear as much of his esophagus as possible. He screams in agony as the glochids, or the short little prickles, lodge in his throat. “What do you want with Juniper!?” I shout again.

he sneered while pointing a finger at me. I held up my hand in defense, "Whoa there lover boy. I was just doing my job. She came to me and asked for my help." I said and started walking towards him then stopped, "After all, I am the Revenge Artist." I said and whirled around and walked off. At the corner of my eye, I saw Preston staring at me with a blank look. One of these days Preston, it will be your turn.

I closed my eyes tightly when I can already feel how I desperately wanted more from him tonight. He started pulling the sleeveless sando down. The strap of my bra has been pulled too together with my sando. My right shoulder is already exposed from him. Arthur is standing while I am kneeling in the couch looking up to his kisses. Arthur finally finished removing my sando and my bra that is almost giving up from protecting my boobs is hanging from my shoulder. He started kissing me again and I tried to remove his polo too. I regretted it right away when his broad shoulders and very toned body shamelessly shouting hotness in front of me.

Kristoffer blurted out another query. "I made a promise to myself." "A promise?" Kristoffer hummed. "What sort of promise relates to rejecting her as your mate?" I shook my head at the same time that I heaved out a loud sigh. "A promise to seek vengeance for what Sarina did to my parents. Once I've successfully avenged them with my own strength, then there's nothing else that I'd worry about. I wouldn't even care if Celeste wouldn't be mine."

“We’re not letting them get that far, Sofia.” I lifted my chin, determination coursing through my veins. I was bad bitch with a history and I'll be damned if another man were to try and ruin the life that I have built. “Good. Because I’m not letting them either.” For the first time since we left the café, I felt the cold, sharp edge of something I hadn’t in a long time. Vengeance. Arsen wasn’t the only one with secrets. And if whoever was behind this thought I was going to sit back and wait for them to strike again, they had another thing coming.

I let out a bitter laugh and suddenly tore open my shirt, exposing the dense scars across my chest. "Aurora! Without me, your rivals would have chopped you into pieces and thrown you into the river to feed the fish! You want to repay his favor, but what about mine? What about the wounds I suffered for you?" Back then, when Aurora had just started her career, she had taken on a major commercial case. To force her to withdraw, her opponents sent dozens of thugs to corner her in an alley. I took eighteen knife wounds to pull her out of that desperate situation.

What if the pain never went away? A cold shiver ran through her as she thought about the possibility of waking up again. She didn’t want to. A single tear fell from her eyes, disappearing into her blood-stained hair. Then her eyes were beginning to close. She desperately embraced the darkness, hoping it was the end of her life. But if she ever opened her eyes again, she would make them pay for everything they had done to her, especially Andreas King. It was the last thought in her mind before everything went blank.

I collapsed forward, gaping, trembling, dripping his cum onto the concrete. Azrath crouched beside me. Claws traced the handprints on my ruined ass, then dipped lower to scoop some of the leaking seed and smear it across my swollen lips. “Contract sealed,” he murmured. “Rest, little vengeance. Tomorrow your enemies start to bleed.” I smiled through the tears, the pain, the lingering aftershocks. All I wanted was revenge. And I had paid in full.

Chapter 10 ANGIE’s POV: After resting, I decided to change my clothes. Mr. Arthur’s words snapped me back to reality. He spoke well, which changed my current path. I will not continue going to the gym anymore. This body is enough for me. If I push myself too hard at the gym just to get a sexy body like Andrea's, people might say I'm copying my cousin. My fake relatives might even think that I still haven't moved on from Mark. But stopping the gym doesn't mean I am stopping my plan. Well, my plan is still there, and I will continue with it. I am no saint to forgive the people who ganged up on me. I want to make sure they feel the same pain I suffered before. And I will use Mr. Arthur for my r

He even demanded Wilson to apologize and admit his mistake as soon as he came over. When Wilson heard what the tattooed-armed man said, he flew into a rage and opened the car door to argue with the man. "You are being unreasonable! It's obviously your fault for the rear-end collision because you changed lanes without turning on the turn signal!" However, the tattooed-armed man didn't listen to Wilson at all. He casually moved his arm and punched Wilson's car hard. The punch instantly left a dent on Wilson's car. The tattooed-armed man said arrogantly, "I don't care what you said. You didn't drive carefully and rear-ended my car. Don't ever think of getting off scot-free!"