Novel & Cerita Is Vengeance A Sin

His eyes glowed with a sinister and bloodthirsty gleam, "Repeat that for me, will you?" She was furious and did not mince her words, "I'll say it again, Ben I would rather marry Eli than marry you. I would never marry you! Get that into your head!" He clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling. I quickly steered Emilia aside, for fear that his rage would harm her again. However, she was beyond her control, still trying to hit where it hurts even as I pulled her away, "Ben your mother ordered my death and stomped on my unborn child. Now, are you trying to beat Zoe to death in front of me? Did I desecrate your family's graves in my past life? Or maybe it runs in your family, murderers!"

He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.

One or more blessed souls, being pure and sinless, within a final period of seven consecutive days, without rest, they will be able to kill one or more blessed souls. Being them, they will be free from any fear and sin, and being pure, not being induced by practice, being of spontaneous free initiative. - Said. — Only of his own accord and initiative. - The man in question must not know the exact issue of his winnings from the bet. - If sinners kill the innocent, it won't count. - Said. – Because sinners will always kill since they sin. A sinner can influence an innocent person to kill. - Said. – And he will gain part of that innocent person’s wishes.

“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.”

"Dress in the black suit. The one that makes you look like you’re heading to a war room. Because when we walk down those stairs, that’s exactly where we’re going." As Roman walked out of the room to face his father, he realized the "Sinful Virtue" of the day: He was no longer protecting his family from her. He was protecting her from his family. And God help anyone who stood in his way.

"If you hadn't egged me on, I never would've gone after Finnegan! I never would've... I never would've killed my own brother by mistake!" Their voices grew louder, raw with rage. Then came a crash, and Vincent's voice ripped through the air, "Your whole damn family deserves to die! Finnegan should've died! You three siblings should all rot in hell!" "Don't you dare say that!" Then came the sound of a man's scream. It would appear that Celeste had lost it and started hitting him. I listened to the sound of his ragged breathing, waited for the exact moment when he was on the cusp of death, and walked in.

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”

A trace of guilt flashed faintly in her mind, but she quickly brushed it far away from her chest. To hell with sin. Let all matters of morals and karma be her business later in the afterlife. For her right now, what was most crucial was how she could use her plump body as the most lethal weapon to crush, divide, and take revenge on the entire Vance clan from within. If she had to drown in this addiction of passion just to achieve the throne of absolute victory, then Vivienne swore she would enjoy it until the last chess piece was played.