Novel & Cerita Desire For Vengeance

Updrafts from the burning city below buoyed me ever higher until I wheeled and dove, wreathed in flame. A primal bloodlust drowned out any lingering doubts or self-questioning within. Nothing mattered but reaching the frozen heart of the stronghold to rip it beating from this accursed chest. Hunter's sins would not go unpunished. But more than that, I needed to see her. To look into Lena's eyes again and understand how she could have done this to me, betrayed our bond so unconscionably. She would not evade me this time. I would have the truth, along with my vengeance.

“ you want that dog to find her then? Fucking find her, take her back, and get his son to fuck what’s mine? ” Valerie picked her head up and glared back at me. “ you are losing yourself to the hate. And you will lose her to this hate. ” “ Hate? ” I licked my lips before a grin stretched across them. “ I don’t do love…or hate. But vengeance…yes. Revenge is second nature to me. ” “ She didn’t do anything to you. ” Valerie hissed. “ And I am not doing anything to her. ” I let her go when she fucking asked me to finger fuck her. “ I am treating her nice. ”

I hesitated before asking the question that had been bothering me. “Will my parents be there?” His expression hardened. “I don't want you to fear your parents.” I frowned. “What?” “I want you to fear me.” My fork stopped halfway to my mouth. “That doesn't even make sense.” “It does to me.” “Why would you want me to fear you?” Luciano leaned back. “Because fear keeps people from becoming careless.” I stared at him. “That's a terrible reason.” “Maybe.” His gaze held mine. “But I don't want you to break easily.”

The specter of revenge, a simmering resentment that had fueled Ariak's every move from the beginning, had never wavered. The truth unfolded before them, like a dark shadow that had always lurked just beneath the surface. Ariak's motivations had been tainted by a thirst for vengeance, a desire to settle a score that went far beyond mere ambition. From the very outset, it had been about retribution, a vendetta that had guided his actions and decisions, ultimately leading to this harrowing juncture.

"I once fought you and your crew while travelling in the sea." "Oh, then I must have massacred your comrades," Agnitejas said with a smirk. "You..." Ghosavasu looked furious after hearing this. His red face and clenched fist were clearly showing that. "Hah, it seems I was right," Agnitejas grinned. "I must have tasted their warm blood too." "Stop..." "You were not able to save your comrades back then. I will massacre your comrades again. And you will not be able to do anything again." "Stop..."

Andrei looked up from his laptop and raised his brow at us a scowl on his handsome face. "May I help you?" He snapped his eyes trained on Linda with fury. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I snapped, and Linda grabbed my hand. "Sam, let's just leave." She whispered. "No." I yank my hand crossing my arms staring down at Andrei. "You had no right to humiliate Linda like that. She worked hard to get where she is, and she doesn't need a jackass to be crude to her, she doesn't deserve this. She's been through a lot, and you have no right to make her upset." I ranted. The office is quiet and my voice echoed around his office.

My legs were deeply rooted in place. I pressed my knees tighter again. What was wrong with me? I never had a wolf so I had never felt the primal urge to mate. This had never happened to me before. Then why now? Why was it that my fingers were craving desperately to be buried deep inside me? My mouth watered at the thought of being in the girls' place. And then Hayes glanced up and caught my eyes.

His arm was broken, so why should yours stay whole? His screams filled the room, but I did not flinch. I waved a hand toward the men outside. "Didn't you two like burying people alive? Then you can bury each other this time." Celeste did not resist. I tied them together and tossed them both into the pit. Vincent kept clawing upward, desperate to live. Every time he made it near the top, I kicked him back down. The woman wanted to die, and the man wanted to live. So, I made sure neither got what they wanted.

Dragging my luggage aimlessly on the road, I let the rain drench me, I couldn't feel the cold; what felt colder was my heart which was on the verge of breaking. Perhaps the closer one is to desperation, the calmer one becomes. All past events, like a movie, passed soberly through my mind. The more I dwell upon them, the more pitiful I feel. I had always believed him, believed his desire for revenge on Jared, but unwilling to use me, was because he liked me. I believed that he risked his life to save me at sea because he cared about me and that he married me out of fear that I would feel insecure someday...

I cracked my knuckles as Leonardo said that making him chuckle “you don’t need to go jealous on me, because Lorenzo would be dead long before that happens” “What’s in it for you?” I asked, stopping whatever he was going to tell me. The man planning on sending my wife a bride to a different man was bad enough as it was, and knowing that I was the one who willingly gave him the chance to think of such a thing only made me want to shoot my own head. “Revenge, and money” “Eliana?”