Bloody Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

And now my mind was doing the rest, bringing me down to the depths of tiredness and unspeakable anguish. I gazed at my hands smeared with blood, trying to wish it away. But the dream was no longer within my control. The picture of the individual I had slain was still present. His blood was still present. And I- remained imprisoned in that space. The red on my hands blazed into my eyes like a haunting reminder, refusing to vanish no matter how much I hoped it would. My breath accelerated as the weight of the recollection crushed against me. The room around me began to change, closing in like the walls of a prison, stifling and impenetrable.

I quickly grabbed my sponge which I had hung recklessly on a gold hook meant specifically for decoration in my bathroom. I scrubbed my body as his voice kept ringing in my head, I scrubbed every part of my body where his tongue, hands and scent lingered with the sole intention of scrubbing it off. I scrubbed aggressively and angrily, hating myself more and more for falling for Bella and allowing Elias put his dirty hands on me. Blood had begun to gush from the pores of my skin but I still felt his touch, I stopped when the pain was unbearable and I could see drops of my blood on the ground.

Never in my life have I seen this woman nor patronised her restaurant so where was all these accusations coming from. Why does JG have to blackmail me like this. This torture and turmoil is too much for me to handle. I think I have finally lost the race, this is a lost cause. No miracle can save me from this mess. JG is bent on getting his revenge and I could tell that nothing will stop him, absolutely nothing.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

Sylvia was holding her left hand where the blade had sliced through almost to the bone. Blood was all over her dress and soaking the rugs by the time Revenge arrived a few moments later with Mikail hot on his heels. The sight of Veritás protruding from the chest of Retribution’s dead body was enough to stop both men in their tracks. Mikail saw Sylvia first and ran to her with a speed that he did not know he still possessed. Revenge turned to her with the same expression Mikail wore and took in the signs that she had been cut by Veritás.

“A long time ago, I suffered from bloodlust so powerful that I embarked on a killing spree. One of the villages I attacked happened to be where Barry´s family lived. I massacred the entire village, including every member of his family. He´s been set on a path of revenge ever since. He´s tormented me across the years. He´s the one who murdered my fiancé. He is the crimson wolf. When I bit him, I witnessed his oldest memories. Laura, he´s also--” Barry attacks, knocking Marcus off his feet. “I won´t rest until I have the satisfaction of killing you with my bare hands.” “Barry!” I swing my leg and kick Barry across the face, resulting in him recoiling slightly. “Stop this! I won´t hesitate to f

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

She whispered to her own self. "What?" He asked her loud and clear. "So you are from that mafia gang, Stalza." She screamed on top of her lungs since she was scared. And to her reaction, the men around her pushed their ammunitions further to her throat. "Hehe," his eyes lit up, "That's right princess. I am from that dirty mafia gang everyone is talking about." He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world,

Vivian's eyes gleamed maniacally. Disgusted, Sean said, "You were just there to relieve my needs. How could I possibly be with someone like you? I've already compensated you. Stop looking for me!" Then, Sean walked toward me. "Sean Sherman, since you love her so much, join her in hell!" Vivian roared and ran toward Sean with the knife in her hand.