I Spit On Your Grave Summary Novels & Stories

"I swear on my grandfather's fucking grave." "Did they bury him or dump him in a river?" "You should know that he was not buried in the graveyard so don't swear with it. You could just have said lifeless body." I stroked my beardless chin. "Oh! Sorry, I know he's just a skeleton now." For the first time, I was cold. I felt like plucking out her eyeballs, real quick. She needs to get a taste of her own medicine. The cops sirens wailed and I rose to my feet. "It will all be over soon okay?"

CIARAS POV. My eyes lingered on the grave before me. Never have I felt so suffocated and frustrated; even in death, he was still pissing me off. “Fuck!” I screamed before kicking against the edgestone. I picked up the flowers before tossing them over to the floor in anger and stomping on them. They all made a ridicule of me; they all watched as she embarrassed me, and not even one person had stopped by to check on me or ask for my side of the story, but it seemed like they had enough time to go around putting flowers on the grave.

It felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe. "I-Impossible…" Yves murmured in disbelief. "Tessa, we've made so many unfulfilled promises for the future. How could you be dead? How could you be so cruel as to abandon me?" When Rebecca saw that I was dead, a surge of joy rose inside her, but she quickly suppressed it. She forced out a grief-stricken expression as she stepped forward to comfort them, "Dad, Mom, don't be too sad. The dead won't come back to life—"

Endless flames and demonic beasts poured out from the rift, plunging the mortal world into chaos and suffering. My father collapsed to his knees, looking at the devastation in despair. He knelt before me, weeping in remorse. “I’m sorry, Queenie. I’m really sorry. I wronged you and your mother, but these people are innocent. If you must kill, kill only me. Please spare them.” “They’re innocent, yet I’m not?” I laughed. “Did I deserve to have my one thousand years of cultivation destroyed? Did I deserve to be reduced to nothing? Did I deserve to die?”

"You're disrespecting the deceased! Pick up those ashes with both hands right now! You need to get on your knees and grovel to calm the spirit's anger. Don't bring misfortune on innocent people nearby." I sneered. "When did hospitals start believing in superstition? If I really dumped ashes, then yeah, I'd be wrong. But take a closer look. Are these even ashes?"

Luca whispered, fear threading his voice. Riven swallowed hard. “Not if I can help it,” he growled. --- RIVEN – Shade leaned against the truck door casually, as if he wasn’t the reason Riven’s heart was splitting in half. “You look disappointed to see me,” Shade said. Riven gritted his teeth. “I burnt your grave.” “Cute,” Shade smirked. “But you should have checked the ashes.” Riven’s rage simmered white-hot. “If you wanted a reunion,” Riven said, “you could’ve sent a damn text.”

Grave said annoyed. "Correction, it's prettier. If you didn't just a lump on the middle part I might mistake you for a woman and become my crush. Here let me kiss you," said Brent then puckered his lips while facing Grave. I saw Grave turn pale at first then, later on, turn red with anger. He even stood up to stay away from Brent and the disgust was on his face. "You asshole! Don't tell me you're a f*cking gay?! You're such an obnoxious monkey!" Grave asked in shock.

“Just ease up and forget that you’re doing this on your father’s grave. Maybe, this will help him get salvation while you sin.” I gazed down at the grave, remembering how my father was lowered into it. I shut my eyes when the belt’s metal clinked. The gravedigger sent his arms around my ass. He peeled down my pants slowly, excluding my boxers. He began to run my ass, sending jolts of electric waves through my veins. I moaned into the silent air. Quickly, he pressed his lips on my boxers, his mouth opening to take my cock into his mouth. “Damn… you smell better than I expected.”

Grunt had guessed wrong, but he did not know it. "You've got some nerve saying that." Morticia's face darkened as her lips thinned. She glared at Grunt, her gaze filled with condescension and mockery. A fiend woman had just mocked Grunt. Humiliation and rage burned through him as he gripped his golden spear and shouted, "How dare you disrespect me like that, you lowly fiend general! To hell with you!" As he spoke, Grunt channeled a burst of godly energy that exploded from his body as he soared toward the heavens. He charged in Morticia's direction like a golden bolt of lightning!

I tried to destroy the rock by pushing it many times it takes hours but the rock is slowly pushing away and in a final push *crack* "HHUUPPP!!!" *BAG* I slowly crawl out and witness where am i there is a lot of gravestones that are carved or inserted at the wall *WAAAAA* *HEEEELLLP!!!** **RRROOAAARRRRR* **GRRRROOU* and a horrifying scene takes place right before my eyes there's this man feasting the body of the person lying on the ground