Desire For Vengeance Novels & Stories

Because I made a vow long ago – anything that captivates Viaan Adams must belong to me. I vowed it ages ago. Everything that allures Viaan Adams has to be mine. And this time it is the woman I desired and he dared to call his own. I’ll make him taste the same pain he inflicted on me, and show him that everything he holds dear will slip through his fingers into my grasp. Show him that not just things but even the woman whom he thought is his will be mine. He deserves no happiness, and I’ll make sure of it!’ A sinister smirk adorned my lips as I gazed at Kiara’s radiant photo on my screen. The burning intensity of my desire for vengeance filled me with a sense o

that he would reach the point where he would one by one erase my family from the world because of his selfishness. So, now that I was lucky enough to survive the accident I faced to escape my demon husband, I would really use the miracle that happened to me to get up and start again. And when the time is right, I will return to them. I will return him to pay for his arrears to me. "When he returned to this country, we welcomed him with cruel karma. I will take Sarah back and I will make that family suffer the deluge they made me suffer. Because the moment we face each other once again, they will taste how sweet my vengeance is.”

"Yes. We'll help you, pathetic little creature that you are. But not because I wish to help you. Because of what you'll do to repay me." The things I'll have you doing. Chest heaving, fire lit her eyes at his provocation. Enraged that he'd dare propose such a bargain. Dare make demands on her. Go ahead, be mad. That'll just make this vengeance all the sweeter. Disseus remembered his own rage. "What lengths are you willing to go to, to save your son. For your revenge?" He asked the question directly. Forcing her to answer the question just as bluntly.

In quest for vengeance, Cassio became an heartless monster, until he met Skylar. His search for the unknown Mafia that had attacked the night his mum died made him, attack every Mafia cult in Italy, defeating everyone of them until. The red dragons became the most feared Mafia in Italy ever since then, not until he met Skylar and things were begining to change. He became cool, he hardly kill anyone when he gets angry especially when he was with Skylar, he had started getting used to forgiving people when they made him angry. Many people thought Skylar was putting him under some psychological training, while some thought, she was his girlfriend and love overcame all the evil in him

To allow my transcendent destiny among legends to remain forever toxified by a poisonous infatuation for my sworn enemy. Which is when blinding clarity finally descends like a lead weight to my skull, nearly staggering me in its abrupt finality. This has gone altogether too far into the abyss. If there is any hope of extracting my pristine soul from the maw of this madness, I must needs confront the matter head on. The source of this disease must be cut fully from my boundless potential, by any means required. Even if that prescribed remedy defies every principal of decency and honor I've sworn my noble sport upon. Luca was correct - much as it galls me to admit.

Frustration welled up within me, and I directed a fierce death glare her way, silently warning her that payback was imminent. Admittedly, Danna hadn't done anything overtly wrong, but in that moment, I needed an outlet for my anger, a scapegoat for the humiliation I had endured. She had unwittingly become the target of my frustration, and I couldn't help but think of her as a delusional creature, blissfully unaware of the havoc she had wreaked upon my composure.

I had become angry, and I wanted to rip someone, anybody, to shreds! “It can be about getting even, or you could help the misguided see their hurtful ways. Sometimes it's about getting everything you want and everything you were deprived of. So based on everything I shared with you, Dynasty, and knowing you and your capabilities. My dear, what it is that you want is sweet revenge.” 'Yes, I’m very capable of getting that. Revenge, with a cherry on top. I'm not turning back now.’ I said, diving back into Beverly’s journal.

The desire for revenge flickered in her eyes, a sinister gleam that mirrored the depths of her despair. "I'll make her suffer," she whispered, her voice laced with malice, the words dripping with venom. "I'll make her regret ever crossing paths with you." Images of inflicting pain upon Faith flashed through her mind, a slideshow of vindictive fantasies that played out in vivid detail. Each scene grew more horrifying, fueled by the raw intensity of her emotions. "I'll tear her apart, just like she tore us apart," she hissed, her voice dripping with a bitter resolve. "She'll pay for what she's done."

Leila furrowed her eyebrows, "it's you and Trina." "Are you upset by her? Oh come on, you know that I'm only acting." He sipped his glass of wine. "I know but you seemed to be overacting. Did you have to over praise her? I couldn't help but get jealous cause she looked so flattered. I'm your one and only girl. Remember that." "Sure babe. I know that. Until I've gotten what I want from Trina, I will leave her alone. She means nothing to me and I'm lucky that she's into me. That'll make it easier for me to get what I want from her."

Maybe it was the morning he woke up to find her crying in the garden and instead of mocking her weakness, he held her until she stopped. Maybe it was the day they found out about the babies. When terror and wonder mixed together in both their eyes. Or maybe it was a thousand small moments. A hand reached out in the dark. A smile that lasted a second longer than necessary. A word spoken gently instead of cruelly. Whatever it was, revenge became something else. Something neither of them planned for or wanted or knew how to handle. Desire. Not just physical, though that was there too. But a deeper desire. To know each other. To understand. To be understood.