I M Vengeance Novels & Stories

I nodded in agreement as I read. Vargan has made a lot of enemies which later ends up in my favour. His cruelty and arrogance will lead to his downfall.... And I will make sure of it. I will take back what's mine.. No... I will take everything that was ever his. ​

she spat, her anguish twisting into resentment. Before I could respond, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into a whirlwind of chaos. Nurses rushed to intervene, attempting to pry her away as the room echoed with the harsh sounds of grief and rage. Through the blur of tears and pain, I felt the weight of her accusations and the sting of her physical blows. In the midst of mourning, I found myself burdened with an accusation that cut deeper than any words. ***

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

She has allied herself with someone who had bigger plans. Plans that involved Damon, and vengeance. And I knew this was only the beginning. “I guess traitor is your thing; part of your life. And pretence? Goddess, you’re a good actor, Joyce.” I spat, glaring at Joyce. “Shut up!” Joyce roared, her fury blinding as she stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face. The sting radiated down my cheek, and I tasted blood on my lip. Joyce’s breathing was erratic, unhinged, her hair wild and her eyes mad with revenge.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Uncle is looking at him with huge eyes, fear controlling his face. With one swipe of his finger, the bullets attack him. I shriek, jumping on my feet. All the bullets hit him in his head, chest. The blood sputters around. My wide gaze rests on him. Louis smirks looking down at his work, "Vengeance is completed." His voice is a soft whisper in the war. "H... he s a ghost. Don't har... m us." My father's shaking arms curl around me. My knees hit the ground as my own body feels heavier. I can't stand on my feet. I try to focus on him.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

He tilted his head toward her and whispered. “We're not done yet, Minah. I'll get you back for this.” She eyed him in a challenging manner. “Better hurry, then, Vincent. I get impatient pretty easily. You might lose everything once you come back. Especially the Fuego Group.” Vincent stared at her, threatening. “Don’t you dare!” Her eyes hardened and narrowed into slits. “You know that when it comes to you, I'm not joking around.”

What would be my gain? The moment I dreaded most is here...I spot Kate waking towards me, head wrapped in a scarf. She looks lost and I'm sure she's capable on tearing me apart for supposedly killing her husband. “Darlene, why did you do it?” I'm mute...I don't utter a word. “I thought you had moved on from him...why?” Mute. “I'm talking to you bitch, why did you kill George!?” Thank God I'm in cuffs otherwise I'd have beaten the hell out of her...it'd be my pleasure.

​A wave of absolute, toxic jealousy crashed over me. ​It hit me so hard my knees actually went weak. I was staring at my own mother, and all I felt was pure, burning hatred. Why does she get to have him? The sick, twisted thought ripped through my brain. I hated her for being the one in that bed. I hated that she was taking his heavy thrusts, feeling the exact same overwhelming fullness that had completely ruined me just hours ago. ​Then, Vance lifted his head. ​Through the dark room, his eyes cut straight to the door. He looked right through the crack and locked eyes with me.