I Spit On Your Grave Summary Novels & Stories

No matter how hard she tried to make them clean, her hands stayed dirty. A little way in the distance, some men were digging a pit. They were throwing some of the bodies inside, mostly the ones dressed in blue. They would topple down the slopes, falling on top of each other, like marionettes whose strings had been cut. She tried to yell at the gravediggers not to go so fast. She hadn’t checked those men yet. She didn’t know if they were tossing in a familiar face. But they continued their work as if they could not see or hear her.

he muttered out referring to Greg's death "You tried to rape Matteo while I was in prison, I don't think I can forgive you that easily" Spade gritted out before he grabbed one of the knives he took earlier on, jamming it into the hand of Salvatore that was tied on the chair, causing him to scream out as he trashed in the chair

Bloody splattered all over Lance and landed on both Jack and Warren. “Strike one” Laughed Lance and he lifted the axe and swung again. By the third swing the guy has fainted. Lance finished with the leg and then they threw a bucket of ice water on him to wake him up. “It’s not bedtime yet” Laughed Jack “What should be bet on next? Your ear or your testicle?” “Shit he is on a roll” I gasped. “It’s been a while since we had some one captured, I hope that they leave him alive so we can have some fun too” Grant grumbled.

He pointed an angry finger at Kira, fire curling around his hand in fast little flickers that never burned his skin. “You’re late,” Xander snapped. Kira didn’t look up from where she was manually trying to open Knight's restraints. “Fuck off. I lost half the blood in my body, and they tried to bury me in an unmarked grave at the bottom of the goddamn mountain. You’re lucky I’m walking.” “They buried you?” Knight asked, unable to scrape the horror out of his voice completely. He’d experienced a lot of shitty things as a Marine, but getting buried alive was not one of them.

In the next instant, his body left behind multiple afterimages as he charged back into the town. What followed were overlapping screams and a series of thunderous explosions. The screaming continued for over half an hour, accompanied by billowing smoke and the sounds of collapsing buildings. Finally, Marshall stood outside the town, gazing at his handiwork with satisfaction. The entire town had been razed to the ground, and several hundred people lay dead. The rage and frustration that had been building inside him were finally released. He pulled out his communicator, smiling as he spoke into it. "Send reinforcements. I'm hunting down a cockroach, and I need the elite squad, no useless trash

We made a stop for flowers and then Claudia dropped me off at the cemetery gate, parking outside. "I'd wait here for you. Say hi to him or her" She said, patting my thigh. "I will" The minute my legs touched the ground, my mood plummeted. Every step closer to that grave, made my heart ache badly. I didn't deserve to be called a mother because I was irresponsible but then I had learnt my lesson - the hard way though. "Hi baby. It's mama again" I smiled down at the tombstone, dropping my flower on it gently.

Fortunately, I was well-prepared. The elders in the village rushed forward immediately, subduing them and imprisoning them in the cellar. They cried for help, but no one responded. Ethan regained his appearance and identity, taking control of the Glory Pack again. However, he was smarter this time. The first thing he did was to beat Leo and Serafina to death with a wooden stick soaked in wolf venom. Even so, he was still not at ease. He invited another dark wizard to dismember their corpses into eight pieces, placed them in different coffins, and buried them in eight different positions so that they could never come back to life.

As I stared blankly at the gravestone, the elderly cemetery caretaker approached and struck up a conversation with me. "Sir, do you know Old Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." It was such a simple question, yet it made my heart throb in pain all the same. After all, who am I when the place that should have belonged to Jessica's husband had already been engraved with Christian's name? Although I was standing under the sunlight, I felt like some lowly rat that ought to hide in the shadows. How could I stand before these gravestones when I didn't have a respectable identity that I could claim aloud?

I could have lived, but because of that one phone call, I'd given up on survival. Maybe it was because I'd been a ghost for too long—my memory had started to fade. I couldn't really remember anymore why that call had made me lose the will to live. "My condolences," the doctor added. He started wheeling my body back into the morgue. Just then, Anthony lost control of his emotions. He grabbed my shoulders in a death grip. "Willow Shore, wake up! You're lying to me again, aren't you?" The doctor rushed forward to stop him, but Anthony shoved him away. He scooped my body up into his arms and completely broke down. Tears streamed down his face.

“Daddy, somehow, I fainted after that. When I woke up, I was lying together with Savannah. I have no idea what happened in between.” Jay remained silent for a while. Jens guessed, “Daddy, Savannah might’ve cast a spell on me.” Jay asked Jens in a serious tone, “You mentioned that you saw a pile of soil?” Jens nodded and said, “Yesterday night, it was a grave.” Jay said, “You guessed correctly. That’s a grave. A little boy is buried in the grave.” There was a shocked expression on Jens’ handsome face. “Is that so? Does that mean that this woman really exists?”