Desire For Vengeance 소설 & 이야기

“He acted the same way I did. He and I… we’d rather make the woman who once loved us suffer than face the fact that she moved on and we no longer mean anything to her. Hurting her felt better than watching her be happy with someone else. That’s what Lefebvres do—we bring pain to the ones who once loved us most.” His voice trails off with a trace of melancholy. “I only found out about this a few months ago,” he continues, “and that’s when everything started to make sense—why my parents hated yours so much. My dad wanted revenge, even though she never did anything wrong. And my mom… she resented your mother, because deep down, she knew my dad never truly got over her. Even after all these year

I let out a bitter smile escape my lips. She smiled. "Maybe this next man can help you," she mentioned I don't know if I would be happy to what she said because for the moment, I thought to myself that maybe I could just do this on my own. I looked at her. "Should I really need other's help for my revenge?" I asked her emotionally. "Maybe I don't need others, Silver." "You wanna be independent and start on your own?" she asked genuinely with a coy smile on his lips. "That's a great decision."

Her senses were heightened, every touch and thrust igniting a fire within her that blazed with the need for retribution. This stranger sex-god is now the symbol of her vengeance. Her longing and anger’s embodiment. The force that has been pushing her to take what she believes has been taken from her. Through her veins, she could feel the surge of power coursing which has been fueled by the intoxicating mix of pleasure and revenge. A storm of emotion is unleashed in the throes of passion as what they are doing right now is a purifying discharge for Lena. She could feel herself drawing close to a sense of liberation with each forceful thrust. As if every movement was a step towards rewriting t

But the look in Gift’s eyes, that flicker of fear and desperation, made the decision feel like a knife twisting in my chest. Yet, the need for vengeance burned in my veins. My wolf wouldn’t rest until we avenged our mate and unborn pup. "We’re going ahead with the plan. We’re not backing down now." My voice was hard, final, as I glared at my men, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. "W-what about Miss Gift—"

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

I stand, pushing her away. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm willing to come back to you. I'll give you my all, I promise." This woman is going to make me commit murder. Every moment with her reminds me of her betrayal. That almost cost my men their lives. "Camille, darling. Leave." My voice is cool and restrained. I will not kill a woman unprovoked. "You can't mean that." "Leave." "Why are you doing this to me?" She yells as I pull her by her hand to the door.

You make me sick Christabel, let go of me. (Kelly storms out, sobs quietly as she tries so hard to keep the tears from falling. It was heartbreak all over again, the feeling of anger and betrayal overwhelmed her). Taxi! Where to Ma'am? Anywhere but here. Okay Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I can't help but ask, are you okay? Yes, I am, mind your business. Oh okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you the way I did. You didn't deserve it, Kelly said. It's alright Ma'am.

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”

Then, softer “But I will.” --- The air between us tightened. Stretched. Ready to snap. And for the first time I wondered if I had come back for revenge… Or walked straight into something far more dangerous. --- Because Lucien Varkas was no longer just watching me. He was hunting. And the worst part I wasn’t sure if I wanted to run.

one said silently, not even bothering to lower her tone when I passed. “She didn’t even impress at recruitment,” the other added, rolling her eyes. “And yet here she is.” I kept my face still, I hadn’t come here to be liked. My goal was far greater, I'm here to find a weakness in the system, an opening to shake this kingdom from within. And when the time came, I would kill the king, and if fortune allowed, his sons as well. No petty hostility could shake me. By afternoon, the clinic had settled into its rhythm untill announcement came that prince Lucan is coming.