I M Vengeance Novels & Stories

The very day my living hell began in my past life. ​I touched the cold glass of the mirror, slowly letting a dark, vicious smile spread across my lips. The tears of terror dried instantly, replaced by the burning fire of absolute vengeance. ​"You want that throne so badly, Vance?" I whispered into the quiet room, my voice sounding foreign—sharp, cold, and dripping with venom. "I’m going to make sure you choke on the ashes." ​Suddenly, a loud, demanding knock pounded on my door, shattering the silence.

"With what, Marco? You and the barely functional guards we have left in the basement?” I sighed and buried my head in my hands. “Listen, Martin. Don Bane has a small army, satellite surveillance and enough firepower to level a small country. We go near that place guns blazing and we’re dead before we know it." "So we just let him have her?" Martin asked. "No," I snarled, slamming my fist onto the table. "Nobody takes what belongs to Victor Vancouver and keeps it. But I’m not a fool.” “Then, what do we do?”

They all thought I was in Alaska. I had nothing. Except him. Except for proximity to the man I had spent thirteen years sharpening myself to destroy. Except for a mate bond that made my skin light up every time he touched me and a cursed mark that apparently had opinions about the whole situation. Fine. I dropped my hands, my hazel eyes hardening. Fine. I’ll play the game. If Rowan Vexley thought a warm bed and a few kisses would soften thirteen years of vengeance, he was more delusional than I thought. I’d play the mate. I’d learn his household. I’d find the cracks in his armor.

Something I didn’t recognize. On the third night, I walked in and saw her eyes flutter open. She gasped, panicked, trying to sit up. “Easy,” I said, stepping forward. “You’re safe now.“ My words surprised even me. I have never been nice, but with this woman right here, I'm willing to break all protocols for her. She blinked at me, her pupils struggling to adjust. “Where… where am I?” “I'm Thorne. And you’re in NightWalker territory,” I said. “You were found barely conscious at the edge of the forest. What’s your name?”

She praised. "Thank you Luna. You promise not to hurt my mother?" She asked fearfully. "As long as what happened remains with you, so will your mother. Where are her guards?" "I drugged them like you told me and put them in the next room." " Slit their throats and drag them to Judy's room." Mona said calmly. "What! I can't!" Vika exclaimed in distress. "Then I will slit your mother's throat! Your choice." She turned and walked out, leaving Vika trembling.

The woman cut open in front of the child’s eyes, more blood and finally, Elizabeth…my so called ‘mother’ holding a bloodied knife, an evil glint in her eye and a screaming child in her other hand. I scream with all my might, pure hotblooded rage fueling my very existence as the images blur together in hues of purple and blue, strung together to form long lost memories, flashing from my earliest day, all the way up 'till now.. all of them connected, like a bad movie script being played out inside my head. We will have our vengeance the voices in my head bellow as I push my head above the waterline. I’m going to kill that bitch! We speak in perfect unison.

>>>>Escape.>>>> I’m spurred by rage, my feet hurry down the hallway non-stop even when the FBI agents yell for me the surrender. I don’t. I’ll live to avenge my mother’s death. I'll live to slash my gun brutally against her gut and watch her blood coat the floor like my mother’s did. The spirit of vengeance strengthens me while I run. My mind howls at me for falling in one thing; never love a Vladimirovna. Never taint your soul with anything that has to do with him….his family.

He lusts towards her. And the blocked senses of his mind actually accepted his unacceptable acts without any hesitation. He felt no remorse in touching her or ruining her beyond the limit. He felt contented and that was enough for him. But was his contentment enough for her? _______________________________________ I know the limit of him being ruthless is going out of hands but you need to understand revenge is something that blinds you to the extent that you started thinking whatever you're doing is right even when it's absolutely wrong. The spicy twist story is going to start now. So be ready. Keep on taping on the star button to show your love. Till the next Adios.

He had burned in the fire of pain, hatred and vengeance for years and now he will force her to engulf the flames of this fire too. After all she was his venom, the precarious poison he had drank a long time ago and now she had to dwell in it's addiction too. Because once she was his venom, now he will be hers. _________________________________ Next will be updated soon, keep on liking and commenting. Don't forget to follow me on I*******m it's mirah_selim. Till the next adios

(Juniper’s P.O.V) Wake up! Huh? WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!! What the fuck?! WAKE THE FUCK UP!! I sit bolt upright in bed with my head pounding as someone screams inside my head. Wait, what? Oh, holy Mother of the Goddess! It’s my wolf! Insert your high-pitched girlish scream here. Yes! I’m here! What’s your name!? Coventina. I’m so happy you’re here.