Is Vengeance A Sin Novels & Stories

It was through this vulnerability that our love grew stronger, fortified by the trials we had endured together. The scars of our past would forever remain, a constant reminder of the pain we had caused and the journey we had embarked upon. But they no longer defined us. Instead, they served as a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and the capacity for change. The pack, once fractured, started to mend, held together by the shared commitment to upholding principles of honor and accountability.

“As long as the Lord does not live in you, there will always be darkness in the hearts of Man.” Yuri resisted the urge to snort. Where had she heard that same phrase before? Yuri then recalled what Miki and her mother had said to her in the past. Vengeance begets nothing but more pain and suffering. Do you really think that you are doing the right thing? Yuri sighed to herself as she kept her eyes on the statue of Jesus Christ. ‘I don’t know anymore,’ she thought. ‘I knew what I was getting myself into when I chose this life. In the beginning, it is all for the sake of revenge. But now…’ She sighed. ‘I don’t know if I’m even doing the right thing any longer.’

My baby was innocent, I was innocent, I'm not going to unalive my child because it’s father is an arsehole. It is my baby, I’d raise it, alone, to the best of my ability, well enough that Salvatore Moretti would never know if its existence.

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

"You listen to me, Banjo Vance. You gave up the only person who was ever honest with you for a snake who just stripped you bare. You humiliated me. You slapped me. You dragged my name through the dirt to protect a lie." I pulled back, looking into his hollow face with a smile so cold, so devoid of warmth, that his breath hitched for a second. "Enjoy your victory, Banjo," I promised, every word sharp enough to draw blood. "Because I am going to watch you burn this empire to the ground with your own hands and I promise you will regret every single stroke of that pen for the rest of your miserable life." I didn't wait for his answer. I brushed past him walking straight toward the open door of t

Even with hatred that time she was ready for anything to make him hers. But after growing up. After coming to her senses she realized how of a selfish bitch she was. How can she expect him to love her after all the things she was planning to do with him? Or the things she had already done? His hatred! His vengeance! His Anger! His rage to take revenge! Everything was justified for her. She deserves every bit of it. She knew she had no choice but to at least try to redeem the sins she had committed in life. How much she wanted to run in the arms of the man she used to address as her brother. Liam. She closed her eyes letting her back rest against the chair.

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.

Everywhere I looked around, my eyes were greeted with destruction. This couldn't be allowed to continue any longer. The best strategy to win any war was to destroy the confidence of the warriors. And for that, I needed to destroy their leader. I felt determination rise in me and my powers responded accordingly. “You chose the wrong Goddess to mess with, Samael. I may have lost my memories. But that doesn’t make me a lesser adversary. I am still the Goddess of Vengeance and balance. And you must know what exactly I do. I enact retribution against those who succumb to hubris. It is time to pay for your sins,” I said. It was time for him to suffer for everything he did so far. It was time for m

As long as we had each other, we’d be okay. As the days passed, my sorrow turned to anger. Murdering our allies was a low blow, a cheap shot at us that Vexx knew would hurt us where it counted. I hoped Grey and his Sinful Saints were having a great time burning all of 5th Circle’s houses to the ground. Not that destruction of property came anywhere near to the pain caused by lost lives. No, we needed to be vicious and hit Vexx where it would hurt the most. I just wasn’t sure how… Yet.

"Why, Reed? Do you have plans to stop me at this critical point? I know between us you are always the righteous one, but we already agreed about this. Neither of us can interfere in each other's business. I hope you remember that." "Of course, I do remember, Vincent," Reed said coldly. "But if I must remind you, using a person is one thing, but killing someone innocent is a different case." Vincent chuckled. "Thank you for the reminder. But whether I kill or not, that is up to me. Don't say things like that as if you are a saint. We are on the same boat, Reed. We are both devils." Reed's jaw clenched. "You are here for vengeance, right? Then don't be too soft," Vincent added before leaving.