Dulce Venganza 2 Novels & Stories

What Valdez had done to her friend. She shuddered as the memory of Abe’s screams reached out to her, as if by returning to Belize she could once again hear his cries as he was being eaten alive. Her soul would never recover from it. In returning to the Belizean jungle and hunting down Herrera, she hoped to save Angela and maybe vent the rage inside of her. By doing so, she hoped she might survive long enough to see an end to the Milan Vampires and their murder of innocents through Sno-Med.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

She didn’t run. She just looked like she might fall apart. And I would’ve caught her. Even if it killed me. The War Begins That night, a message arrived. A photo. Dante standing with… Serafina. Valentina’s perfect, obedient sister. Alive. Wearing a De Santis wedding veil. The message read: “You stole my daughter. I’ll take yours in return.” We were too late. Serafina was the next pawn. And this game? Was far from over.

“Funny word, isn’t it? Some people burn, others rise.” My chest tightens. Fingers dig into the couch. The face of Alina is a blank one; it is almost robotic. She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. Just remains with Vanessa as a doll. The voice of Vanessa becomes scathing. “Carina Russo. Dante DeLuca. You took everything from me. My freedom, my life, Lorenzo, the empire. Now, I shall have thy own--bit by bit. The hand of Dante smacks on the table and a glass breaks and falls on the floor. The screen flickers. I flinch at the noise.

"Do you accept?" The void contracted, constricting, and suddenly flashes of Valentina's final moments crashed through me-her terror, her prayers, her thoughts of her twin daughters. "The children," I gasped. "Valentina's daughters." "Will become yours to protect." Santa Muerte produced an obsidian dagger, its blade glowing with ancient symbols. "Each kill must be marked with my symbol. Seven souls who orchestrated your death. Seven chances for vengeance." "Or love?" I reached out and stroked the dagger's handle, its power humming.

“You should be happy. We all saw her the other day—she’s fucking hot, cute, and she’s just twenty years old. Come to think of it, there’s a high possibility she’s still a virgin.” With a wide smile, he stressed the last word. They all hummed at the thought. Dante picked up his glass and downed the rest of its contents. Squeezing his face at the burning sensation of the tequila, he sighed. “It’s kind of true, Dante,” Victor said with a mischievous smile. “You got your revenge by killing the first daughter, and now the second one is going to be your whore. You’ve hit the jackpot, bro.” Dante’s brows knitted as he scooped up the bottle of tequila and leaned back into his chair. He glanced at Vi

“Let me help you.“ She wrapped a arm around my waist, while I threw mine across her shoulders. Gently, she helped me out of the bed, and we made our way towards the bathroom which was outside the tent. Every step was a struggle. Every painful gasp that slipped past my lips was a reminder of everything I had gone through. After what seems like eternity, we reached the bathroom. “Thank you, Elara,” I say. “Anytime,” she replied and made her way outside. I undressed and stepped into the warm herbal bath. I sat into the bathtub and only then did I feel relieved a little. My eyes landed on the bruises on my body. I remembered how hard I had begged those soldiers, while screaming 'my baby' but no

The liquid inside looked innocent, but it carried the scent of bitter almonds and a sharp, chemical bite that stung her nostrils. "The Judge is out of moves," Dante continued, oblivious. He tapped a finger on the map. "We hit the vault at dawn. We take your mother and we vanish. We start over. No more Butcher. Just us." "Just us? With her blood between us?" Bianca walked toward him. She didn't hand him the glass. She held it against her chest, the cold crystal biting through her thin silk robe. Her heart was a frantic hammer against her ribs. Killing him was the plan. It was the only logic left in a world that had stripped her of her family and her soul. One sip and his heart would stop in m

She snapped. He kept silent and gritted his teeth. His palm clenched against the couch tightly and he tried to place a grip on himself. “Oh, I see why you're so bitter lately,” she smiled broadly and nodded. He remained silent with his lips sealed tightly. “Tomorrow. You're so bitter because tomorrow marks the day you murdered the love of your life,” she mocked. He flared and stood up right. “What are you gonna do now? Hmm? Rape your mother? Kill her like you did to Vanessa?” She mocked again.

Tina was left staring after him as she watched the former scaled the balcony to the stairs leading down then glanced back at the snacks with feigned interest. ******* Both Phidelia and Phidel had had their share of disappointment on returning from school but the former was yet to recover as she had high hopes of meeting her parents once again– she sat on the bed deeply engulfed with the frame in her hand which held a picture of her parents and Phidel. “You’re still disappointed right?” A familiar voice interrupted, making Phidelia deftly lift her gaze to the entrance of the washroom to see Phidel edged at the doorpost with her shoulder against the wall.