His Vicious Revenge Novels & Stories

He asked her. She didn't answered. "Do you remember you slapped me when I kissed you!" He shouted while she got frightened badly. "Yes I do" she replied with crying voice. "Then now I'm going to take revenge on you" For the first time in while she lifted her face up to look at him. "Just watch me in the eyes" he told her. Not even a second passed and he slapped her face down so hard that her jaw even moved and she fell on the floor. Not a scream left her mouth.

vengeance. Why was he here again when she'd settled everything with him? He had already made her suffer, snatched her jobs, her peace. What else does he want now? "We meet again," Kevin rasped as he stretched his left hand—his eyes never leaving hers—and grabbed the glass filled with wine from the fully stocked bar next to the window. He was seated on the comfy sofa, hands resting on its arms while his face held a serious expression. His usual flirty charm was substituted by a strange aura, something destructive yet alluring. He watched her, as a dominant watches its submissive before ruining them. His gaze reflected hatred and alarming anger.

Her short nails clawing his wrist like a vicious tigress. "She is a wild cat. Help me, fucker." The shorter one snarled near her ear. Tears cascading down as if someone had switch on the button of her misery. The fat one came down hastily and attempted to grab her lower limbs when she kicked his jaw and the man stumbled back few steps and land straight on his butt.

“I said nothing I poured all my hate for him for taking my precious child into my attack. With a fierce battle cry, Victor launched himself at me, his claws flashing in the sunlight like deadly daggers. I dodged and weaved, avoiding his attacks by mere inches. But Victor was relentless, driven by a hunger for power and a thirst for revenge. He unleashed a maelstrom of attacks, each one more ferocious than the last. I had my own ferocious attacks well planned and well driven, many hit their mark as he howled in pain, He knew to avoid my fangs.

“ you want that dog to find her then? Fucking find her, take her back, and get his son to fuck what’s mine? ” Valerie picked her head up and glared back at me. “ you are losing yourself to the hate. And you will lose her to this hate. ” “ Hate? ” I licked my lips before a grin stretched across them. “ I don’t do love…or hate. But vengeance…yes. Revenge is second nature to me. ” “ She didn’t do anything to you. ” Valerie hissed. “ And I am not doing anything to her. ” I let her go when she fucking asked me to finger fuck her. “ I am treating her nice. ”

It was a choked sob, a cry for help. I kicked the door open, and I froze. A man lay on the ground, a blood-stained Aurelia trapped underneath him. The man noticed my presence and hurried off her, but it was too late. I'd already lost it. Something violent snapped inside me, unleashing a dangerous part of me I'd tried my best to suppress for years. Blood clouded my vision, and I saw red, bloodlust pumping through my veins like a fever. I lunged towards him in a flash, the room blurring around me. A deep growl rumbled through my chest as my fist connected with his face, a sickening crunch echoing in my ear.

I was weighing my options like a judge weighing a verdict; her gaze rested upon me so heavily it felt like an actual physical force. As I stood there, the battle of desire and revenge ripped through my emotions, while Visha's hands traveled all over my body, her touch invoking spine-tingling memories of a winter's night frigid wind. The touching feeling at her fingertips traced over my skin, leaving behind a dramatic fire-like course as though wild flames went across a surface. "We can do both," she whispered into my ear hotly, and "we can make love and then plan our revenge." Like a match struck across a forest soaked in gasoline, that voice ignited the fuse. "We can do it," she said with a

Oh, my dear Zoey…" he drawled as he moved away from her. "Zoey," he said softly, his voice dripping with calmness. "I don't believe in remission, there is nothing like forgiveness. I am Lynx Vance, I believe in revenge, I believe in vengeance. Vanessa and Alexander will pay for their betrayal with their lives, and that useless thing in Vanessa's belly will face his doom soon," Lynx said firmly.

Duncan’s gun barrel pressed on his forehead, and he knew his time was running out quickly. At this critical moment, Victor chose his words with a sly and provocative smile: - Too late, nephew. She must have become your sister-in-law by now... Victor’s words were like a sharp blade cutting through Duncan’s soul. His eyes, already laden with hatred, now burned with rage. He regretted not killing Louie when he had the chance, but would not make the same mistake with Victor. Without a second thought, Duncan pulled the trigger, ending Victor’s life in a final act of ruthless revenge.

A truth he dreaded to discover. It wasn’t all about revenge. Something has snapped inside Valentine, not today or yesterday, but at the moment when he laid his eyes on the daughter of Russian Mafia for the first time. Unfortunately, the heartless devil hadn’t realized it yet. Receiving hate all his life has made him stone cold. It will take some time to break that exterior. And when that will happen, Victor will be ready to mock him while eating popcorn from the front seat.