Grudge Novels & Stories

“Her love for her child. That love is what made her fall. And I—I plunged the knife where it would hurt the most.” “ I made her feel what you made me feel. Betrayal. Hurt. Pain!” “ If you couldn’t be mine, Than. You couldn’t be hers. If I didn’t had a happy end. What made you think I will let you two have one?” A snarl ripped from the Death Wolf’s throat, the sound primal, all-consuming. His fangs elongated, his eyes burning with vengeance. “Then you die here,” he growled. “Now.” He lunged—

#It’s a M3L0N#: “What a vicious woman!” #Haier’s Brother#: “Framing others with drugs, what a disgusting act! She’s ruined another person’s reputation for a lifetime.”

“I love her and you can’t expect me to let her go just because you have a grudge against her father!” “I don’t have a grudge against her father,” Alpha Kruger growled. “The whole Kruger pack has a grudge against the whole Casey pack. And by the whole Kruger pack, it includes you.” “No,” Alistair growled in return. “I don’t. I don’t have a grudge against them. I love- I love Sofia.” “Nonsense,” Alpha Kruger spat. “Suddenly? Is that how it had always been? Growing up you know we have always been enemies with the Casey pack and-”

They were fearful cowards, and that is normal, Because they came asking for something. However, there was an officer that I could not stand Because, quite simply, he did not He didn't want to humiliate himself, but he heard me rattle his sword in an unpleasant way, and I carried my hatred for him for eight ten months, Because of that sword, I finally overcame him and he quit that habit. That was in my youth, after all. Do you know, gentlemen, what is the main feature of my grudge? The whole problem, and the detrimental aspect of it, is that I,

Through gritted teeth, I begged for forgiveness, though every fiber of my being resisted submitting to him. Bruno's contempt was evident as he spat on me, a final act of disdain before walking away. The hatred in my heart intensified, igniting a fire of vengeance within me. I silently vowed to myself, a promise etched deep in my soul. Bruno would pay for this humiliation, and my retribution would be tenfold.

ALEXANDER Finding Isabella being harassed by that guy almost drove me crazy, seeing his filthy hands on her almost made me tear his head off, I wanted to kill him, I wanted to beat him until it was engraved in his mind that he should never do something similar, I wanted to break each one of his fingers just for holding her and I only managed to restrain myself because I had Isabella close and I didn't want to scare her, I think she wouldn't be ok seeing so much violence after what her dad did to her.

Farrer suppressed his anger at being destroyed by Harvey. Harvey raised an eyebrow, just listening to understand that Farrer was lying blatantly. But Harvey didn't expose that lie, pretending to know nothing. Harvey turned to look at Gemma, who now stared in astonishment at the infamous man who was lying so blatantly. She couldn't stand it any longer, initially, she didn't want to show her rudeness in front of others because it wasn't good for her image but this time she couldn't stand before a psychopath like Farrer.

give it to me,” he commands arrogantly, and then she licks her lips as if she is craving something. "First, please me; then I’ll,” she says seductively. “First revenge, then I’ll do whatever you want,” he says in his angry tone, but she groans in anger. “Do you know how long I’ve been carrying the grudge against the s**t and her husband? That f***ing Judy insulted me, and her husband beat me mercilessly for that s**t.” He threw the wine glass against the wall. Those eyes are radiating grudge and hatred toward Judy; they are abruptly foreseeing her damages and destruction. “Argh, calm down, Lucas, we have to ruin them skillfully

He had harbored a deep grudge against Victor for years, nursing a bitter resentment that had festered and consumed him. Petrov's vendetta was fueled by a twisted desire for revenge, and he sought to tear down everything Victor held dear. He began targeting our relationship, employing insidious tactics designed to drive a wedge between us. He sent anonymous messages, planted seeds of doubt and suspicion, and even went so far as to orchestrate carefully staged encounters that aimed to cast doubt on Victor's loyalty.

Grace Ronald stammered. He stumbled back a few steps as I glared at him. I could feel the anger boiling inside me as I confronted him. Ronald was one of my father's oldest friend, a man I once trusted and respected. But now, looking at him, I didn’t know what to think other than the fact that he was nothing but a traitor, to me and my father. I felt my power surging in a way that I hadn’t felt since before Cecil was born. It was burning through me. The lust for blood was rising.