Cold Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

The room is very quiet. I know that name. I know exactly what it means and where it sits in the timeline of the last several weeks of my life. The cold that moves through me is not fear, not yet — it is something more specific than that. It is the particular chill of understanding a thing you didn't want to understand. This is revenge. And I am the collateral. Again. Something tightens in my jaw.

He had the gall to show up outside my apartment again. This time, he kneeled in the snow, shaping handfuls of it into roses. One after another, he laid them out in front of the building until the ground was covered in white roses. His hands were red from frostbite, but he didn't stop. People walking by began whispering. "His girlfriend must be really mean, making him do this in the cold." "Even if he pissed her off, she shouldn't make him stand out here like that." "Man, he must really love her. How I wish I could find a guy like that."

said Andrew touching Celine's very pale face. The man turned his gaze to wipe away the tears that had fallen too much down his cheeks. Andrew looked back at Celine and smiled dryly. "I will avenge your killers. I will not release anyone who will be your killer. I will really kill him," said Andrew full of vengeance. Andrew had closed Celine's body back until it was completely covered. The man stepped away from the room where Celine's corpse was. Andrew must take his revenge on the real culprit. ***

This is unfair to her, is she the only arrogant girl out there? "I want you to strip yourself and f**k this doll now!" Cynthia yelled at her when she saw that she wasn't even listening, her mind kept drifting away. "What?" Her eyes widened "I should strip myself and fuck the sex doll right in front of these men?" Sophia trembled. There is no way outta here, she is doomed. What sort of fate is this? "Strip yourself naked so that I can help you. Maybe you're scared of hurting yourself and shy, don't worry, you will get used to it" Cynthia said

I felt chill and can't help but shiver 'Why did Leon want to finish my family? What exactly is wrong here? I know he hates them but this is too much What is Leon hiding from me?' "Ouch" i staggered and almost fell and my cover was blown I stare at the chair that blew my cover in annoyance "Let me call you back" Leon hanged up "You ok" he moved close to me and helped me up "What was that about?" I turned to him as he sat me down "It nothing much" he answered without sparing a glance

Chapter 84: The Old Sawmill Luca and Ethan crawled from the icy creek bed, slick with black mud that clung to every fibre of their clothing. The cold had been brutal, searing their lungs, but the sludge offered a brief shield against Maxwell’s thermal sensors. Ethan’s ribs throbbed with each laboured breath, yet the cold had muted the pain just enough for him to move. Their bodies shook violently, teeth chattering, limbs trembling as if their muscles themselves had forgotten how to obey.

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

008 Alora's POV I never believed the saying revenge was a dish best served cold , until now, and I didn't regret it. Not one bit. Before this moment, I always replayed it, over and over in my head, just how Cynthia and Eliaz were going to react when they eventually saw me again. I had made a habit of imagining the shock on their faces, but nothing could compare to this moment. Absolutely nothing. If it wasn't so dark, I would have taken a picture, just for reference.

Dimurah had stopped whatever she’d been pretending to do, to lean over the counter and shout at him. Thinking to stop me. Again. “Ah. Then you’re merely perfidious. A disloyal Dread bait.” Savage enunciated the words through gritted teeth. “I’m not!” ColdKill defended. Flushing with rage. When he yanked his sword breaker, a short, spiked hammer, from the loop strung from his belt, Savage was ready. He ripped it loose at the same time ColdKill lifted it. Using the man’s own momentum to wrench it from ColdKill’s fist. In that same movement, Savage stuck it in the side of ColdKill’s cheek where he knew softer tissue to be.