Cold Revenge Novels & Stories

He fought not just to win, but to destroy every single obstacle standing between them and freedom. She rushed toward him, and back-to-back they stood, a fortress of two amidst the chaos. Shots rang out, metal clashed against metal, and the shouts of men filled the cavernous space. Julian Rutherford, seeing his carefully laid trap turning into a chaotic brawl, his guards falling one by one against the sheer will and rage of these two people, began to retreat step by step toward the stairs leading down. "Kill them! Kill them now!" Rutherford screamed, losing his composure, his face twisted in ugly rage. "Don't let them reach the basement! Don't let them leave alive!"

From inside, I could hear sickening sounds. "Come on. Tristan might be back soon, and my daughter's about to get out of school." "Alright, sweetheart. Call me 'hubby' so I can hear it." "Ugh, hubby~" My hands were fists so tight that my nails were cutting into my palms. After setting down my daughter's urn, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I kicked the bedroom door open and there they were, bare as the day they were born. "Ah, hubby! You… Why are you back?"

But life simply makes its own to give you lessons that would bite your ass later, when I was completely in love, completely excited, to break you from scratch and teach you what is called disappointment, guilt, the sins of another resurfacing to consume everything in its path. Japanese phrases and/or words: "Revenge is better cold.” Italian phrases and/or words: "Would you help me get rid of the corpses?"

Catrina smile at him then return her focus to the teacher. Rudolf was in his room like every other day in his life doing what he always does and that is to drain the blood of the servants and leaving them cold, as cold as ice. He has become ruthless, arrogant and wicked. " life will not be fair to you if you choose to be good" this is his new motto. He was drinking the blood of the last human servant who was unaware that her masters are vampires when he received a massage on his phone from his friend telling him that Catrina has resume school. He drain her and left her cold (dead).

I would use every cent Julian had left me to make sure the Valentine name was dragged through the mud. ​But as I stared at the screen, my reflection looked back at me in the dark glass. I looked cold. I looked like Beatrice. I closed the laptop and pressed my hands against my face. The revenge tasted like ash, but it was the only thing keeping me warm.

“That’s when I’ll let you go. Not to freedom, but to the only place you belong.” He reached for the blade again, his movements deliberate. “Now, let’s see how much you can take before you break.” The basement of Aaron's penthouse was filled with screams of a huge man who once used to make others scream, it was filled with his own begging and pleas and screams, and this was what satisfied Aaron's insides , at least a bit. Pleasure as well as fury flew inside his blood with every scream of Alex, his misery was nothing compared to all those lives he had stained.

A hollow, humorless laugh escaped my lips. Of course. Of course, this would happen. Something inside me shifted then. Not broken — no. Something colder. Revenge has a very specific temperature. It’s not hot like anger. It’s icy. Controlled. Burning, but frozen. I walked out of the room slowly this time. Deliberately. Each step down the stairs felt like a decision. Mr. Smith was still in the living room. Alone now. A glass of whiskey in his hand. His posture relaxed but his eyes were sharp as ever.

“_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.

Russ said in a pissed manner " You are crazy man, she's my woman, I could protect her and have her" frod said aloud feeling furious " Don't you fucking fuck your girlfriend?" Russ asked in a dirty manner " Of course I do, we both agreed! Okay. You guys are disgusting" grey said as he walks back into the club "Don't mind him, come on stand" Russ said as he help him up " I will head home now but I don't want to sleep alone!" Frod said clearing his eyes

Aleanas POV After a very productive morning with shade we finally decided to get dressed and head to Shades house to tell his father and my father we were mates before the ceremony. As we pulled up into the drive way of the pack house we saw everyone running around making final preparations for the ceremony and I started to get nervous almost as if sensing my unease shade places a hand on my thigh and smiles “everything will be fine” he pats my leg before getting out. As we walk up to the pack house it’s almost as if Shades personality flipped completely. He went from sweet and caring to cruel and cold towards me within seconds. As we walk through the door his father smiles and walks up hugg