Grudge Story Novels & Stories

"Always so quick to violence. Always so lacking in poetry. I called you because I heard you were upset. Did you truly think I, the Don of Italy, would stoop to such a pedestrian act as stealing leverage? Che sciocchezza!" "Then what was it, you maniac?" Hades demanded, slamming his free hand flat on the mahogany desk. "Why breach my security, take the corpse, and terrorize my family with your theatrical nonsense? This is not a game, Adriano." "But it is, Hades," Adriano countered, sounding genuinely hurt. "It is the final game of respect. You were going to bury Gregory in an unmarked grave, like a common street rat! After everything he did for the Omerta, after all the power he held... a hur

I seized my moment and swung the knife down hard, but it got stuck in the doorframe and would not budge no matter how hard I pulled. Simon was furious and raised his hand, landing a sharp slap across my face. Owen witnessed everything and lunged at Simon like a wild animal, grabbing his leg and biting down hard. "How dare you hit Mom! Don't hit her!" Simon frowned in disgust as he kicked Owen away. He pointed at Owen and spat out each word, "Owen, if anything happens to your grandmother, I'll make sure you pay for it." Perhaps terrified from the beating, Owen did not dare say a word. After delivering his threat, Simon left with Jack.

“Zach told me, his mate also died in that attack also.” “Yes, I know.” “Now tell me, If it were you won't you hold a thousand years grudge.” Yes, I know I would definitely hold a grudge. What Roman had done to my Mom had completely shattered me and ensured I held a grudge against him. I hate him. So I'm definitely not new in that department. It was just the truth. But for a thousand years? I'm not sure about that. “And as for Zach. As far as he was able to share with me, Zach also wants revenge . I believe you know that all the three brothers do?” I nodded affirmatively.

He was scooping up the scattered snow around us and rubbing it against my face, trying to warm up my frozen cheeks. I wanted to tell them to stop wasting their energy on me. "Mom, Dad, I'm not cold anymore. I promise. You don't have to let me wear the jacket anymore. My arm's broken. I won't look good in it anymore anyway." However, they couldn't hear me. People began crowding around us to watch. Someone recognized Dad's face and said, "Hey, isn't that Greg Swanson, the guy with a 5,000,000-dollar debt? How did his daughter end up dying here?"

“He never jokes about anything, especially threats.” I shrugged, deciding to shove away the discussion and step into the current situation at hand. “Well, that’s the least of my worries right now.” We were at the bar section, waiting for my next target. For seven years, I’d planned my revenge on two men who’d been my recurring nightmares. First, it was Tyrique Sinclair. And the other? The one I was currently waiting for at the strip club was… Declan Hawthorne. Another mafia don. Billionaire. An underground criminal and secret assassin. Even the strongest men were scared to utter his name, and he rarely showed his face except at nights.

Every time I saw the hope in her eyes for her father, my resentment towards Alfred grew. How could he just throw away such a precious little girl? To get Alfred out of my head, I dove back into the career I adored. I used to be a comic artist, and I had a pretty solid reputation in the comic scene. However, I was doxxed, and my private info got blasted all over the internet. They discovered that I was the bride who was jilted at the wedding. My scandalous video was once again circulating online, causing widespread ridicule towards me and the Hawkins family.

one of the more experienced ghosts explained. "No. No, Willow! Don't leave me!" Anthony rushed over with reckless abandon, shoving the other ghosts aside to grab hold of me. But it was too late. My hand was translucent. His hand closed on nothingness. I listened to his raw, broken sobs and said softly, "Go back, Anthony. Go and face the punishment you deserve." … In the end, Anthony survived. When Maisie was shoved into a police car, she realized Anthony was determined to destroy her. So, she figured she might as well go all the way. She accused him of unfair competition.

A startled grunt escaped me as my fingers instinctively sought out the harbingers but I couldn't reach it. My vision had begun to spin. With all the strength I could muster, I elbowed the figure, hard enough for his grip to falter before flipping him over my back, sending him crashing to the floor. Within seconds, I unleashed the harbingers right into his eye ball, piercing through flesh and bones alike. Blood splattered from the wound as he grew limp. My chest heaved, I yanked the sword free before sprinting right into the church. I caught Vladislav's figure alongside Anatoly and a younger man. Gunshots rang outside, closer now, and I heard the crash of glass as a window shattered.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

he grunted and gripped her neck with his free hand. Jade struggled, thrashing her limbs about in the air. She gasped for air but got none causing her whole face to go red. Her vision had gone blurry and her heart was palpitating loudly. A feeling of impending doom washed all over her and she believed she was really going to die this time. She shut her eyes, giving in to whatever comes next.