Novel & Cerita I M Vengeance

His mere presence posed danger and I don’t think I’d ever feel safe around a man like him. When we got inside his room, I remained standing near the closed door while he walked to the desk in the far corner and put down an envelope. When he turned to me, I immediately lowered my head in fear that meeting his gaze would annoy him. “Did you have fun working?” he asked coldly as if he knew that I had a hard time. It’s what he wants after all. It is what they all want. To see my father’s family suffer. It is the kind of vengeance most people resort to. But the truth is, feeding your anger this way will only consume your soul. It will never heal you, because in the first place, inflicting harm to

The interior was equipped with a suite of non-invasive sensors that allowed Anya to monitor the biological signatures of anyone within a twenty-foot radius. For Kaelen 'Wraith' Vance, a Rezvani Tank 'Vengeance'. This tactical SUV was the definition of brute force. Finished in a non-reflective 'phantom grey,' it featured thermal night vision, electromagnetic pulse protection, and a smoke screen system. Kaelen had added a custom weapon rack and a reinforced chassis for high-speed extraction missions.

All of the people were watching. "You heard her." He firmly uttered. Their gaze shifted at him when he said those words. "She's lying!" Feroah shouted. How can she be so sure that I was the one who killed her uncle if she did not see it herself? "I will never kill someone who did not do wrong." I told her. She gave me a smirk, "So you are saying that Mr. Fu did you wrong right? So you have a motive to kill him, is that what you meant?" I firmly closed my eyes. Their mind is closed, there's nothing I can explain.

But in that moment, something in me flinched away from it — some instinct that said not yet, not like this, not with her blood still under your fingernails — and instead of lifting the lid, I wrapped the box in an old cloth and tucked it deep into the bottom of my travel bag, beneath the two dresses and the small purse of coins that were now, apparently, everything I owned in the world. There would be time for the truth. Tonight, I needed to survive being alone. It was only as I was folding the second dress that my fingers brushed the back of my neck — an old, unconscious habit — and I stopped. There's a tattoo. At the back of your neck. Half of a heart, drawn in black. I hadn't thought to l

This is vengeance. I want to be sick. The dagger remains poised above my head, the sirens are wailing my mind is torn in two. All the embarrassment at being fooled by Tange. The shame at Vez being here the whole time with me not realising. I promised Zeke vengeance, that the death of his brother would not go unpunished. Every road, every sign and feeling in my chest is pointing towards me plunging the blade downwards and claiming my glorious victory. I inhale deeply.

"ManVen was my family's company. My father built it from scratch. And if Armando thinks he can parade around again as if nothing happened, he's mistaken. This is my opportunity to recover what belongs to me." I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. "You don't know what you're saying. It could be a trap. Armando never moves without a hidden plan." "Even better then," she countered, with a sparkle in her eyes that I hadn't seen in a long time. "If it's a trap, he'll learn that this time I'm not the naive girl he knew. This time, I'm going to destroy him on his own turf." I stared at her. She was the same woman who had learned to rise from the ashes again and again, but now there was somethin

“Of cou—“ The rest of the words suddenly gurgled back down his throat, as I slipped out the surgical knife I’d hidden in my sleeves, stealthily, and slit his throat. I slipped away in the same stealthy manner, satisfaction filling my chest, as the man’s body slipped to the floor in his own pool of blood. And I slipped the small knife back into my sleeve, never looking back as the first scream rang out. Someone had discovered his body. I disappeared into the crowds, pushing the shades further up the bridge of my nose. This was the right thing to do…. I had to protect my boss, and myself. ------- -------

Ilya just exhales on the other side. "Now, if you don't want me to cut all communication, do me a favour and don't call me if I don't call you, and certainly don't rush me. And if I catch you spying on me again, I will gouge your eyes out." His breath hitches, and I know he remembers—the first day he met me. He had snuck in to recruit me on their little revenge mission after my father was murdered, and I beat the hell out of him before he decided to explain why he was stalking me.

Do you really have to offer yourself up? Aurora didn’t hesitate before slapping me again. "Rowan Vance, do you want to ruin Kieran’s future? He finally managed to pass the bar exam, and you’re telling him to go hire a prostitute?" Hearing this, Kieran’s eyes immediately reddened, and he began crying pitifully. "Rowan, I know you’re jealous of me. "But you stay at home all day doing nothing while Aurora supports the company on her own. Now that I can finally help her, you want to destroy me. Are you even a man?"

Damon choked, trying one last, pathetic attempt to break Vladimir’s focus with a taunt about my vulnerability. Words. Lies. Noise. He is noise. He is irrelevant. The only truth is the steel in my hand and the debt in my soul. Irina. Isabella. Children. The sequence of vengeance is simple. Kill the threat. Protect the future. Vladimir didn't answer. He drove his knee into Damon’s kidney with brutal, controlled force. Damon bucked, his body arching in immediate, agonizing surrender. Vladimir released the crushing embrace only to lash out with his combat knife.