Grudge Story Novels & Stories

My voice took on a new, raw edge. “Five years ago, I came to this city with nothing but the clothes on my back and a vow. A vow that my pack would never again suffer for the weakness of a leader who chose hollow traditions over survival. I built an eighty-million-dollar shield to protect you.” I stopped in front of Chloe. She was crying silently, her tears hitting the floor. “And now, because of one video you made, we’ve lost thirty-two million.” “I didn’t know… I swear, I didn’t know it would be like this…” she choked out.

The Northern Glades (I) Madeline Cruz had never identified as a creature of mercy. In all truth, she’d always been prone to nursing a grudge like a wounded beast. Her father’s favorite tale to recount, which served as a testament to her feral nature, was of the very first grudge she’d ever held—and she’d only been six moons out of the womb at the time. “

“And an even bigger fool if you think it won’t just set off more violence than you can ever know.” “Nothing is impossible!” He pounds his fist on the table. Adriana jumps, but Camila just glares. “The Grachev Bratva is a rot upon this city. Has been for years. This was supposed to be my chance to end it once and for all!” “Is that all this is for you?” I ask pointedly. “Glory? Fame? A chance to be remembered?”

“I’m going to end that murdering bastard, right now.” Malachi floundered on his feet, rising with an agonized roar. “Fuck you and your loudmouthed mate,” he said from between panting breaths. “I’m going to fill you with lead.” Griff rushed forward, getting another bullet to the shoulder. Flinching, he clenched his teeth but got close enough to deliver a kick to the alpha’s injured leg. Malachi threw his head back and howled. Griff closed the distance between us and plunged the dagger into the alpha’s chest. “That’s for my mother.”

He was that man who always had a smile plastered to his face no matter the circumstances, and that smile could mean many different things. "Well I can say there's only one grudge I wouldn't mind settling." Alexander clenched his fist tight thinking of the embarrassment he was forced to tolerate by both his former employee and that dumb Irish bastard, the fact that his dog and screwed up repeatedly, got himself killed, and he himself was now forced to play the part of someone else's dog. "Ah I see. So you currently hold a grudge yes?" "Well everyone has a grudge, but yes if I come across either of those two I'm going t-"

The man who had sealed his mother’s fate. Guvano had been just a boy when his mother—Carina Morito—was cast out of the Martini estate. ‘The Famiglia does not accept whores or bastards,’ Vittorio Martini had given his father an ultimatum to get rid of his whore and their “bastard”, ensuring that she was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back. They had suffered. They had starved. And all because of them. Yet, nobody cared that his mother was the victim, not a home wrecker.

"It was Ethan, wasn't it?" Cold hatred burned in Sean's eyes as he looked at me. "Was this the dirty trick he used to steal you from me? I treated him as my best friend, yet he stole my wife!" "How are objective facts a trick?" My eyes became cold. "It's not like I can't forgive you..." I deliberately paused to watch Sean's reaction. Sure enough, his eyes lit up, and he held my hand tightly. He said, "Blossom, just say it. I'll go through hell and back if that's what you want!"

Key word being Unfortunately. Because It’s unfortunate for them that I hold a grudge against their entire family for one man’s mistake. Foolish mistake. He went after my family first — killed the one person who meant the world to me. Now, I’m simply returning the favor. This is how it works in the Mafia world. Always an eye for an eye. My phone vibrates on the desk, snapping me from my reverie. I glance at it, slightly surprised to see one of my home guards calling.