Desire For Vengeance Novels & Stories

I paced around my room and stared at myself in the mirror. “Finally, finally! Yes! Yes! I can finally go with Luna.” Yes, I was more excited about going back with her, because I realised something about Luna when we were together.. Everything she does or says revolves around her daughter or her life back at home.. Her revenge and getting her daughter is on her top list and because of that she would never allow any other thing into her heart for the time being at least.

Desire finished her work and decided to leave the office early. She felt a sense of accomplishment, but as she walked to her car, a nagging feeling crept into her mind. She brushed it off, attributing it to the stress of the day. Climbing into her vehicle she started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, unaware of the danger that awaits her. While driving she thought about how her uncle Chase would make his revenge on her. She knows him so much that she believes that he won’t give up without a fight. His undying ambitions turned him into an unstoppable storm that would destroy her peaceful life.

, Cassie chuckled "Get out." "Cassie..." "Get out!!! I said get out!!!" Sarah shuddered and immediately grabbed her bag. Before leaving she glanced at Cassie and said, "I'm sorry" After she left, Cassie slumped into her chair. She put her head in her hands and exhaled. She knew she shouldn't have yelled at Sarah like that. She was only trying to help. But she couldn't help it. The truth was, Cassie was feeling really bad. She felt really awful. She had read through the file her private investigator had given her. And she realized there were somethings about her mother she didn't know. So many things. It made her feel she wasn't a good daughter to her when she was alive. Now that she was dead

My senses heightened, my vision sharpened, and an insatiable hunger for power and vengeance consumed my every thought. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and I was no longer the helpless captive. No, now I felt a surge of power surging through me, pulsating with a dark intensity. The desire to rend and tear, to exact revenge upon those who had tormented me, coursed through my veins like a wildfire.

She wanted nothing more but to see her wallow in pain and perish at the sight of her baby and husband dying before her with nothing to do to help them. “Are you doing all this to make yourself feel better? Cassandra is your child too and little Cassie did love her big sister and looked forward to carrying her little nieces. I know this is hard for me but I can't say for sure if it is the same for a cruel monster as you. She is your blood and you want to watch her die such a miserable death under the pretext of payback? Emelda I know a thousand people who deserve to get payback and vengeance but despite the number you don't feature in it.

Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles white from the force of her anger. At that moment, she knew she had to find a way to overcome this injustice. The vampires had taken so much from her - her loved ones, her sense of safety, and now, even her own life seemed threatened. But she refused to give in to despair. Instead, she vowed to train harder, to become stronger, and to one day exact her revenge on the creatures that had brought her so much pain. Her determination burned bright within her, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded her. And as she lay there, battered and bruised, she knew that this was only the beginning of her journey towards Vengeance.

I got up but heard her mumbling in her slumber, “I am supposed to hate ...you ...because you killed my family....when I look at you I am supposed to remember my sister screaming in ...pain but...but... all I can see is a sweet guy asking for forgiveness for a mistake he didn't do. I don't want to believe you.... but it's a rage of war between my heart and brain ....but all I know is that I lov... Like you Sean, my Mr. X so much that it hurts to take rev...." I stood still waiting for her to continue what she was saying but she had already dozed off.

He turned to look at the heater which was out of fire. “Fire” he murmurs barely audible to his ears and as soon as the words left his mouth there was fire. “This is dangerous,” he tells himself. Deep down he wanted things to happen. He was still not over the fact that he may never get to see his woman again. Now he had other ideas taking root in his heart like vengeance for the sake of his mother. He wanted every elder who had a rule to play in her pain to be brought down to justice.

He was a threat to everything I held dear, and I would stop at nothing to see him brought to justice, even if it meant sacrificing my own desires in the process. Closing my eyes against the tumultuous whirlwind of emotions raging within me, I vowed to steel myself against his charms, to remain vigilant in my quest for vengeance. No matter how tempting he may be, I would not falter in my resolve. The alpha would pay for his crimes, and I would be the one to deliver his punishment. Lying in bed, the weight of exhaustion pressed heavily upon me, but my hunger gnawed relentlessly at my insides, a constant reminder of my current predicament.

But inwardly, I planned. I imagined walking into the same circles Damien now paraded himself in, Alexander’s hand at my back, his name tied to mine. I imagined Damien’s expression twisting as he realized I hadn’t crumbled, hadn’t faded into obscurity. That I had risen higher, stronger, untouchable. It wasn’t love driving me. It was vengeance. Sweet, cold vengeance. And yet… sometimes, late at night when the mansion was silent, I caught myself wondering if the revenge I sought was enough. If perhaps what I really wanted was to reclaim the part of me Damien had stolen—the part that once believed in love, in trust, in something real.