Cold Revenge Novels & Stories

She struggled herself and jumped on the bed. "I want you Angelo. I want you." She said and she asleep. I took a duvet and a pillow and spread it on the floor. I laid on the floor and stared at the ceiling. "I must have my revenge. I must get rid of the Marcellos. I must kill them all for what they've done to me." I said to myself. Tears kept falling down the side of my eyes again. "I have to take revenge for Luna. I have to make more money so I can bury her properly." I said to myself. I couldn't say a word. It felt as if I was choking.

“Finally, I gave him another slap to make him cough out the blood that was affected by the cold air.” “If you look closely, you’ll see that the blood has completely crystallized on the ground right now.” “Without this cold air in Elder Torres, his injuries will be completely healed.” Harvey gave such a simple explanation. Ansel and Sienna were both well-versed in martial arts, so they were able to understand the situation quickly. The cold air Harvey talked about was the injury that Colton sustained back then—the Lifestealing Finger. However, they didn’t expect that Harvey could fix Colton up so easily.

"You need to be careful, I don't think it will be easy to mess up with him." "I know. I need to play with his pride first.." "I know that you're trying your best for this revenge but please don't get hurt in the process. I rather have you just kill them right away instead of playing with their emotions." "It won't be fair, Wilson. For years, Rector Reyes tortured my parents. I won't let him die easily, he needs to experience the pain first then I will kill him with my own hands." I said in a cold tone. "How about Alan? He doesn't know a thing about this, so why attacking him?"

I stopped speaking and calmly took off the first layer of my clothes. It was fine even if the South Pole had a temperature of -184 °F. “It’s cold… I’m freezing…” Wendy kept shivering. The tears she shed immediately froze. She cursed at me. “You’re trash! Put on your clothes now! Don’t you dare use such a vulgar trick on me! I’m going to kill you!” ‘Vulgar?’ I used the same trick on her that she had used on me, but she claimed it was vulgar.

When the two couples walked into the company , everyone that came in contact with them bowed their heads to them . They were the love of everyone's eyes and they knew that Mr Alvin dared never to let Anyone disrespect him and so was his wife , they knew that it was best that they never tried to get on her bad side , that would only mean that you wanted your death sentence . The coldest man in the world , but yet he was the sweetest man to the media . No matter how bad people had tried to paint him , he still had a way of ending every scandal about him and this last one they had thought was going to be his doom since it had been there for 2 years had just been ended just again .

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.

When was the last time I had a drink? Ah, five days ago. I've managed to hold off for five days. Volders usually last only two days. My longest record is one week. After that, my instincts kick in automatically to hunt for the nearest human blood. Volder is a mass killing machine. I smile to myself, but only a cold feeling follows. This time, I have to endure for more than a week, but I need Eric's help to monitor me. I close my eyes briefly, savoring the burning sensation in my throat. Of course, I haven't informed Greg about my recent 'diet'; he would just ruin my mood with his annoying opinions. Then he'd blame Eleanor.

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

I was tired of Isabella remaining in a coma while that coward was free, without paying for what he did to her. It was very frustrating to know that he hurt his daughter so much over the years and as a farewell he ended up almost killing her and he could walk free, my hatred and my desire for revenge was too intense, I wanted him to pay for everything. "Haven't you thought that maybe he is seeking revenge on you? After all he has nothing left to lose." "As long as he wants to get revenge on me and doesn't come to hurt Isabella anymore it's okay," I answered simply, this time I wouldn't let him hurt her again.