Is Vengeance A Sin Mga Nobela at Kwento

She felt his pack's treachery as deeply as he did, vicariously experiencing this assault through his emotions. Marcus said softly, "Justice. "Is that what we've been seeking? Or vengeance in more polished words? " "Matters? " Sir Owen pressed. "Your parents keep dying. Your sister is still sleeping in an unknown grave. Kael keeps breathing while their body decomposes into the earth. "And if I kill him, am I like him? If I am the sort of man who makes vengeance most important, who will do anything and anyone into to feed his hate? " Marcus considered each of them. "Is that justice? Or some other kind of corruption? "

“I don’t want money. I don’t want status. I already bounced back, turns out Sinclair had a lot of enemies across the whole fucking world! Enemies who are willing to do anything to watch him suffer! So no, Venus Sinclair the great I don’t want your pity. I want retribution. I want Aaron Sinclair to suffer the way I suffered. The way my family suffered.” Her eyes gleamed with something feral. “And you,” she whispered, “are going to help me.”

Your cunt want me so much, Aurora. What ever your intentions are tonight….. Vincenzo, just know it very Sinful. You have to stop. You are crossing the line. Aurora whispered under her breath and tried pushing him….. Not just tonight, all night… it will please me so much to keep defiling a General’s brat…. A man who preaches righteousness, A man who thinks he have the right to end criminals, without hearing their side of the story. A man who feels Sinners doesn’t have reasons to sin or any right to sin.

“The world didn't reward good men. It chewed them up and spat them out. I became Victor to survive.” She listened, her heartbeat oddly steady. His words didn’t excuse anything—but they revealed the fracture lines beneath. “I was raised in vengeance, Evie,” Victor continued. “Shaped to become an armor for a battle I haven't faced yet. In our world, weakness is a sin.” Eve couldn't find her words to retort him. It seemed like he had been keeping this kind of resentment for too long. “I won't force you to stop hating me. I'm not a good person.”

Later that night, after everyone else had gone to bed, I found myself back at the windows, looking out over the city lights. Somewhere out there, Evan thought he was safe. Thought his fake death had bought him freedom. He had no idea what was coming. "Can't sleep?" Damian asked, appearing beside me as silently as ever. "Too much in my head," I admitted. "Anger can be fuel," Damian said carefully. "But it can't be the only thing driving you. Anger becomes vengeance, and vengeance is what The Balance warns against." "What's the difference?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Between justice and vengeance?"

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.

( Sena's POV ) Killing is a mortal sin. People have conscience but these guys seemed to have lost it. My parent’s tragedy was also out of apathy by equally unconscientious people. Plus, there’s no fair justice in the Philippines. Everything is up to St. Peter when the time comes for those bastards to die. The past was set in stone and nothing else could be done but move on. My brother would say that there’s no benefit from revenge. Revenge is a punishment we give ourselves for other’s wrongdoings against us. Let karma do its work, right?

“Jude, be reasonable. You need an heir. You can’t want to raise the children of another man. For God’s sake, those kids might be the result of incest. It’s sin.” “Sin!” I repeated, chuckling bitterly. “I beat a man to death with my bare hands today. I skinned and burned a biker today to get information. I’ve killed more men than I can remember. We sell drugs and weapons. We blackmail and torture. How can a child be a sin?” The father lowered his arm. “Let’s postpone this discussion to another day.”

Tom did not take the accusation lightly, his hands clenched under Suzanne’s. The vampire proceeded to explain, “All the seven deadly sins that humanity is guilty of; lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride have somehow created a splinter to the gates of hell. The black mist is but the beginning.” “Technically, you are a part that damnation,” Tom retaliated. The vampire covered his mouth in mock surprise, “Touche…but like I said before, my kind and I played no part in this. Look, I am here to offer my aid. I am not your enemy.”

He had played a card that involved Annabelle as a sacrifice for an unsteady peace. He needed to do something. He couldn't let Annabelle fall prey to a man's unjust wrath. Vanessa was guilty and deserved death. But that didn't matter, as Annabelle was just a commoner. He wouldn't let Frenger have his way. He moves quickly, his boots thudding the marble hallway that led to his father's throne room. There he was, the foolish, king of premature judgment. " Father I demand a private time with you" Richard commanded his nostrils flaring.