Cold Revenge Novels & Stories

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 called him softly He shifted his gaze to me and I shivered it looked cold I know it was not directed to me though He pulled me into his arms "I'm sorry" Leon apologized I pulled away from his embrace "Sorry for what you did nothing wrong" i replied confused But he shakes his head "No I was at fault I….." "Shooshh" I place my finger in his lips to stop him His lips felt warm,I can't help but blush He licked my fingers when I wasn't paying attention and I quickly dropped my finger

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.

"Spank me, enemy! Mark this ass you stole from under me!" He obliged, alternating cheeks till they burned brighter than Rudolph's nose, then reached around to pinch my clit. "Cum on it, Kingston, squirt your defeat all over my dick!" I shattered, howling into the storm. "Coulter! Fvck, cumming so hard on your hated cóck!" My pússy convulsing, gushing hot streams that steamed in the snow, soaking his shaft and pooling white-flecked slush beneath us.

“_La vendetta è un piatto che si serve freddo."_ Revenge is a dish best served cold. The saying has always amused me. Who said it had to be cold? Why wait when the blood can be fresh and the screams still echo in the air? I prefer it hot, scorching, leaving a trail of devastation behind. The sound of my fingers drumming on the chair’s armrest flowed with a steady rhythm. But I couldn’t say the same about violence roaring in my bones.

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."

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Noble vampires got extremely cold when they were in a bout of extreme rage or extreme negative emotions. I was only brought away from my thoughts by Grand Uncle Ruldus' cold palm on my shoulder. He was so cold, the cold passed right through the jacket I wore over my suit jacket right to my bare shoulder beneath. If he was that angry,I bet I was worse. He just knew how to control his expressions better than I did. "Calm down Alexander. We shall get whoever is responsible for this. Nobody messes with a Rage" he said with an arctic voice. Nobody messes with me.

The air at the frost-line didn't just bite; it scoured. It was a razor-thin medium that stripped the moisture from one’s lungs and replaced it with the crystalline, metallic tang of absolute cold. Rangga knelt on a shelf of basalt that felt like a serrated tooth protruding from the mountain’s jaw. He pressed his palm against the stone.