I M Vengeance Novels & Stories

She walked through the memory space like a queen, explaining to an unseen recorder: “Subject IV-9 is the strongest of them all. Cognition above expectation. Empathy centers high. Still shows resistance to violence except when triggered. Adaptive learning exceeds parameters.” Then she turned. And looked right at me. Through me. “You will see this one day. You’ll hate me. But I made you for a war no one else can win.” She smiled. Sad. “You’re not my daughter, Ivy. You’re my vengeance.” I came out of the memory gasping.

she growled, her voice low and tinged with menace, sending an unsettling chill racing down my spine. As Vance took a deliberate step closer to me, the air between us crackled with tension. His eyes, ablaze with a potent mix of anger and raw, haunting pain, bore into mine. "You want to know why I’m here for Ian?" he asked, his voice thick with venom, as if each syllable were laced with deep-seated rage. "It’s because his family is responsible for the deaths of two cherished souls in my family." My heart raced as I processed Vance’s words, their weight hanging oppressively in the air like a dark cloud. "What do you mean?" I murmured, my voice trembling and barely audible against the charged at

9 minutes. I strike first, my fist a blur as it catches Vengeance across the jaw. Her head snaps back, but she doesn’t fall; she spits red on the ground, snarling at me. I lunge at her, driving my shoulders into her ribs, shoving her against the elastic tension of the ropes. Vengeance unleashes a flurry of hooks. Left, right, left. I block most, my forearms taking the brunt of the impact, but a sharp blow finds my temple. The world tilts, my legs turning into water for a split second.

Emani came from the other end. “If I am allowed to restart, I won't make the mistake of not choosing you as my groom.” Cassandra kissed her husband so hard that the guests went on cheering. She held onto her little family with so much love and pride. “I am a beauty of vengeance and I gain love on my journey” <> Bebesan7 THE END

There was zero cell service inside the cabin—a signal jammer had been secretly installed on my chassis. Suddenly, a heavily modified SUV roared out from a blind intersection, speeding straight toward my driver's side. Through the windows of the oncoming vehicle, I locked eyes with the driver. It was Jenna, her face completely unhinged, her features distorted with madness and survival on the run. "Isabella Moretti! I know you’re the one who pulled the strings to ruin my life! Go to hell!" she screamed through her open window. A deep sense of dread flooded my chest as her heavy SUV swerved violently to clip my rear bumper.

Day eighteen. I wake up knowing today is the day I take back what is rightfully and has always been mine. My bathroom mirror shows a woman carved from vengeance: cheekbones sharp enough to cut, eyes cold as winter steel, mouth painted Vendetta red because today is war and I intend to look like the general. I dress for the kill.

All I could feel inside me was pure rage. Most nights when I fall asleep, I relive the death of my parents and whenever that happens, it's either I wake up with boiling blood or teary eyes but today, it's the former. If only I could do something to save them that day, I'm still not able to forgive myself for letting that man make me pull the trigger on my dad but I won't let it slide. I crave vengeance. I'm one who forgives easily but when you cross the limit I become impatient waiting for karma to take over. I turn into a vindictive person. Bianca barged into the room, cutting me short from my thoughts "Don't tell me you're still sleeping" she folded her arms

“And what of Renz? That boy has been breathing too long. You know as well as I do—he cost us more than anyone else ever has. Her words were blunt. I let them sit a second, then stood. The room felt colder. I walked toward her and lowered my voice. “Do you think Renz will go down easy?” I asked. “He’s dangerous. Men like him don’t just die quietly. They fight back.” She didn’t answer. Her face showed she was both afraid and sure. I poured a glass of red wine and held it up. “He won’t vanish. He will hurt. He will watch what he loves burn. Only then will I crush him. Piece… by piece.” I drank slowly, watching her. “To vengeance,” I murmured. “The only thing in this world worth surviving for.”