Frank Iero Revenge Era の小説・ストーリー

But now, it was clear he was seeking revenge. He sat back down and uttered, "Another minute will be given. If no one dares to admit it was them who orchestrated the attack, all of your heads will be served on the table." This time, no one was speaking. They were sweating from the pain but everyone still wouldn't talk. The time was running out, and the clock hit zero. "Kill them all," he uttered before standing up to leave. They all begged for mercy. Until one spoke loudly. "I'm sorry, Eros! Please! I did it! I did it!" he screamed frantically before going on his knees to beg. Eros looked at the man with a raised eyebrow.

He also got justice for the guy at the club and for his father that Mario killed. "I have done nothing, but what was right," I defended myself. "You have just dug your own grave by trusting him," Mia snarled. "If only he listened to me, I knew we couldn't trust you," Marco joined in and commented. "You will surely regret this, Gia," Andrea said. "He killed your father, Andrea! Why are you all defending him when all he has done was to hurt all of us?!" I accused them. "All that he has done was to get revenge for his unborn child that Elio took from him. All that he has done was to get revenge from all the people who brought him nothing but pain!" Mia answered.

"There is no honor or protection in your actions. You have only sown chaos and destruction in pursuit of your own vengeance." "Fuck you all." Erdem says and then exits as does Habbab. My revenge is not only against Derya, but also against all those who have been involved in this web of lies and betrayal. I will not rest until they have paid for their sins and suffered as much as I have suffered.

He said with my mind jumping up. “I knew this was because of me. Elio, I don’t care please. I just want you. I don’t care for revenge. I just need you with me please.” I fumbled out, begging him. “Revenge.” He growled out so deeply it should have scared me to the grave. “I will have revenge amore mio. I will have it and it will be so beautifully painful Lethu. He hurt you. He will not get away with it. I will skin him alive.” Elio spat, his body shaking. He was hot touch, almost like he would erupt. I had never seen him so hungry, hungry for blood. He looked unnatural. He looked inhuman. He looked like a beast about to break from its skin. Veins ran from his face, his skin turning red by the

GIOVANNI'S MY FATHER Leona POV FLASHBACK BEFORE VALERIO'S DEATH “You think you understand what revenge is?” he asked, his accent thick, words dragging out like smoke. “You think it’s fire, all fast and hot. But it’s not. It’s slow. It’s the kind that eats your own skin before it ever touches theirs.” I want to spit at him. I want to scream, but my throat hurts too much. He keeps walking around me, like I’m a painting he’s still deciding if he likes. His boots scrape the floor — slow, steady. It’s almost worse than silence.

With his fist connecting again to his jaw, he hit that same part once, twice, and then the third time, with each blow harder than the last. “Antonio!” Eros gasped in a raspy voice between the slams. But Antonio couldn’t hear him, as all that simmered from him was pure rage. “How dare you threaten me!?” he roared, his voice breaking as he punched him again. “How dare you use my kids!?” He cracked out with another strike on his jaw. Eros stood there, absorbing each punch from him, like it was something he’d been waiting for—something he wanted. His grin, broken and bloodied, stretched wider with every hit, feeding Antonio’s fury instead of weakening it.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

He was danger personified, and the man who had just died had been proof that his mercy did not exist. Elara’s name rattled like a bullet in my chest. I tasted bile. Somewhere deep in me something cold and bitter claimed a space I thought was reserved for fury. I had wanted revenge. I had not wanted this. Valerio rose, walked to me, and, in front of the dead man, brushed a speck of dust from my sleeve as if we’d been arguing over a coat, not the life that had just ended. “Stay with me tonight,” he said. No tenderness. No apology. Just ownership.

Seven Months Later If the best revenge was proving the enemies wrong by reaching heights they never expected, then the best satisfaction came with watching them devour each other. Justice, no matter how far it was or how long it took, would definitely be observed someday. In a way that no one would see coming. Aaron was already in a hot soup when the audio leaked and the scandal erupted, and Greg appeared at the perfect moment, shocked and angry by Aaron’s betrayal, to expose their crimes together. They’d bribed the company’s board, the witnesses, turning every evidence against Killian, marking his downfall.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?