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.

Even money. Leaving him...Cold.

“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.

Her sobs echoed through the room as Rufus continued to berate her, his words sharp and merciless. I leaned back in my chair, my wine glass in hand. I took another slow sip, savoring the flavor. Ah, yes. Revenge. It was like this wine- rich and intoxicating. But unlike wine, it wasn’t best served cold. No. Revenge was best served hot and burning. And tonight, it was still cooking.

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 heard how he hit the wooden table with his fist but didn't pay attention to that anymore. I got my revenge! . I went straight to the main building where my room was located and locked the door. I was on cloud nine for giving him blue balls. The aggravation and discontent in his look screamed a lot. I went to the bathroom after hanging my coat on the rack. I needed a cold shower myself, I had to admit.