Dulce Venganza 2 Novels & Stories

Are they effin' serious! I still can't absorb, what's really happening! Not until he spill the beans. "We're already here, Dulce," ⊙.☉ I'm done, for sure. * ** ©Skies Ambrielle

It's funny how my life has turned upside down, not like it was ever better, but I'll endure all the pain in this world if it means I get to have my revenge. This is were my revenge starts. Vicenzo De Luca, you won't know what hit you I promise. I'll pay you back tenfold for everything you put me and my mother through.

​I stepped out through the ruined gates and walked down the winding stone road leading away from the valley, the roaring inferno of the Vane estate casting a long, blood-red shadow behind me. The first step of my vengeance was complete, but the grand continent stretched out far beyond these borders, filled with other noble houses and hidden forces that shared the guilt of my past. ​My journey had only just begun. The world was about to learn what happens when a dragon wakes up hungry.

Drianna’s chest tightened. Elena was such a sweet soul. For a moment she almost felt bad for what she had planned against her, but it had to be. In war the innocents suffered, and she was planning a war against Dusk and all of Vampirehaven. They made their way to Dusk’s chamber. In the hallway they ran into Feng. “Lord Feng, I didn’t realize you were back.” Elena said. “Back my lady? From where?” “The Moon Pool. How did it go? Has the threat been destroyed?” Elena asked hopefully.

And I would gladly accept it as a compensation for what I did to Azra. "Devin, you should remember it. When we see each other again, I will get back my revenge for him." He told me, I smiled and nodded my head. "I am Analisse. When we see each other again, I will let you do that." I think he didn't expect what I just said, but I want to go even with Azra whom I hurt. I cutted his tail. I can see that it's starting to regenerate, however, I still feel so bad about it. I am sure it's painful as hell.

"The world will burn, and you’ll die knowing you couldn’t stop it." Gunfire Erupts Without warning... Natalia’s guards charged, weapons blazing, as combat drones launched, locking on fast. Vanessa’s sniper rifle barked sharply, dropping two guards before they could fire. I forced back three drones, emptying my sidearm, reloading quickly. Damien surged forward, clashing with Natalia’s blade, sparks flying as steel met steel. Duel of Vengeance Natalia struck fast, her blade cutting dangerously close, her movements sharp and precise.

“And you have something I want.” My throat tightened. “Your daughter?” “Yes.” I stared at the desk, the polished wood reflecting the low light. “You’re asking me to hand over my wife? You signed her over to me, surely you've not forgotten our deal.” “I’m asking for what’s mine,” Rivera said. “Celeste doesn’t belong in your world, De Luca. You know that. She’s soft, good. You’ll ruin her.” “You stupid man.” I said evenly. He ignored that. “You bring her to the port in Palermo tomorrow night. Alone. I’ll return Alessia unharmed.”

~ ~ ~ After a Month I was napping in my bedroom when a phone call jolted me awake; an unknown ID appeared on my phone screen, and I had to wait a few moments before picking it up. "Cynthia De'Lacruz," Salvador's voice echoed. "Everything you've done, have seen it all, and I'm going to surprise you by taking something you really liked." He said. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Salvador, because there is nothing you can threaten me with, not that I have any family left after you've killed them," I say. "Even your so-called old man?" My heart skipped a beat as he questioned "You better leave him out of this, and don't you dare hurt him" I declare.

The most exquisite trip of all for them was undoubtedly the one to Rome, where they were able to relive medieval times full of carnal ardor, and the sales in that area were the best in the world. Finally came the moment that Maria De La Cruz had wanted so much, the time to expand to the north of America, it was a game that she would do her best, because she had a special surprise for David Del Valle's father, and for all his entourage, although it would not be an easy task to finish with all of them, it was a pending revenge in her life. But first he had to travel to Bolivia to prepare Juan Carlos Velazquez, but first he had to ensure his integrity.

Zane’s voice followed, low, patient, and still too attractive for a man sitting on the floor teaching a three-and-a-half-year-old about gravity. I lounged on the couch, legs stretched out, TV remote in one hand and a slice of watermelon in the other. Maritza sat beside me, a green face mask making her look like a glamorous alien. On the screen, a telenovela titled Lágrimas de Venganza showed a woman dramatically discovering that her long-lost twin was actually her husband. “Nice,” Maritza said, crunching on chips. “At least they were honest before the wedding.”