Novel & Cerita Flames Of Revenge

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

"Look at these, Johanna. On the day of the fire, you were the one who pulled on my hand and stopped me from looking back. You clearly knew Darcy was still inside and that she was carrying my child! "I can overlook you stealing the credit for her design, but you even spread rumors about her and hired people to beat her up! Are you not aware of how much she suffered?" When Johanna saw the reports on the ground, she instantly went pale and started shaking uncontrollably. "No… It wasn't me… You got it all wrong…" However, Frank didn't give her a single chance to explain. His gaze reflected none of his previous warmth toward her. Instead, only cold hatred remained.

“Want my attention? Want my life? Want me to crumble under your presence? It’s too late for that, Mona. You’ve already shown who you are. You’ve already proven that I am better off without you. And I am.” Her shoulders stiffen, her jaw tightening, and I know she realises that I am unwavering, that I am unshaken, that my heart, my mind, and my life are not open to her manipulation. The defiance in her eyes hardens into something else: rage, frustration, and perhaps the smallest whisper of fear that she is no longer the centre of this story. “You think this is over?” she spits, her voice shaking slightly, but controlled enough to hide the vulnerability beneath it. “You think a few words will e

She envisioned the look of shock on his face as his world came crashing down, just as hers had all those years ago. But even as her heart yearned for retribution, a voice of caution whispered in her mind. Was this truly the path she wanted to walk? Would exacting revenge bring her the peace and closure she sought? Amia closed the book, her fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover. She knew that revenge was a double-edged sword, capable of inflicting harm on both the avenger and the avenged. Yet, the desire for justice burned within her, fueling her determination to see her plans through.

The journey to the cottage felt like a blur, with every turn of the wheel tightening the knot in my stomach. The world outside the city grew more barren, the trees denser, the air heavier with the weight of what I was about to do. Revenge had consumed me completely. It wasn’t just about justice for Emera anymore; it was about making them pay, every single one of them. I reached down to touch the cold steel of the gun lying on the passenger seat—a gift from my father on my twentieth birthday. Back then, it symbolized safety. Now, it was a tool of vengeance.

He said each word with an emphasis that made her face burn. - W-well… – she gasped, closing her hands into fists on the table, to try to control her reactions – What if… What if Liam and Suzan aren't affected? That's what revenge is about, isn't it? - Oh, they will, don't worry. – although her posture as a whole remained unchanged, she could see that dangerous and infuriated gleam in the green eyes – After so many years in this industry, I met many people like them. When they consider someone inferior, they simply cannot bear to see them succeed in any way. Foster and Newton believe they have destroyed it. That whenever you see them you'll feel like you're nothing. But let's show them otherw

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Mel was scrolling through her social media feed when a picture of Xavier and Davina on a romantic date caught her eye. They were sharing a candlelit dinner at a charming restaurant, smiles lighting up their faces. The caption read, "Date night with my love ❤️." Mel's anger flared instantly, but beneath that anger was a deep sense of determination. She had once been Xavier's girlfriend, and their breakup had left wounds that had never fully healed. Seeing Xavier with Davina, seemingly in love, ignited a fiery ambition in Mel.

The Phantom Flame was birthed from the condensed resentment of countless trapped souls and was a force of terrifying destruction. Once it latched onto its target, extinguishing it was impossible. Marais had spent centuries cultivating just a fragment of this flame. Now, using it against Chase was both his ultimate weapon and revenge. "Have you finished rambling, you old fart?" Chase's cold voice cut through the air. "What?" Marais froze, confused by Chase's tone. "I asked if you were done," Chase repeated as his icy eyes locked onto Marais. Golden light radiated from Chase's body like a blazing sun. His hand lashed out in a sudden motion.

👀 🔥 Court of Fire - Passion, rage, destruction, rebirth Lady Maelira Volarix - wild red hair, temper hotter than dragon breath, rumored pyromancer Lord Cassian Volarix - sharp jaw, sharper wit, plays politics like chess, fire dances in his palms 🌊 Court of Water - Emotion, healing, secrets, drowning beauty Lady Nymira Crestvale - stunning and silent, her tears are said to hold memories Lord Sylien Crestvale - high-born snob with ocean eyes, calm exterior, hides many betrayals

“Then it has begun.” “What do we do?” She looked upward toward the moonlight struggling to reach this cursed place. We pray the flame does not remember who first lit it. We pray the Alpha heir’s wolf does not try to reclaim what the boy has already shattered. “And if it does?” Her smile deepened. Then the flame will not burn for love. It will burn with vengeance. And the gods will be the first to scream. Her voice lowered to a whisper: Then the packs will bleed. The Moon will weep.