Is Vengeance A Sin Novels & Stories

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.

The scandal will open the door to his downfall, but it won’t be the final blow. New enemies will rise, of course, but so will new alliances. And for me, that’s the ultimate goal. They need to pay. All of them. For the pain and destruction they’ve caused so many lives. The feeling of disgust grows as I remember Jimmy’s victims. Women and children, sold like merchandise. My anger mixes with the hollow ache inside me at the thought. Tonight, justice will be served, and even knowing it will be a hard battle, I feel it’s the right choice.

"You're twisting this. Making yourself the victim. You're not. You murdered people. Kidnapped children. Destroyed lives. That's fact. Not bias." "And you think your hands are clean? You think testifying against Julian was noble? Heroic? It was revenge. Pure revenge. For your childhood. For your mother. For everything. You wanted him to suffer. To pay. To hurt. Just like I want you to suffer now. We're the same." "We're nothing alike." Catherine laughed. "Keep telling yourself that. But deep down, you know the truth. You're not fighting for justice. You're fighting for vengeance. For control. For the power to hurt the people who hurt you. That's human. That's real. But it's not heroic."

Tessa started. "No." I held up a hand. "He's right. To a point." I walked back to the table, planting my palms flat on its surface. "But here's the thing about vengeance Dathan. It's personal. It's small. Dexter's operation spans three states. Maybe more. If I kill him tonight and believe me, I've thought about nothing else for a week someone else steps into his place by morning. He took my mate, and poisoned me, getting Nina back and freeing the other captives if they were any alive was my soul aim. If I kill him someone might take over the business stay open. The sales continue." I leaned forward. "But if we expose him. If we drag every buyer, every corrupt Alpha, every human collaborator

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

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.

— I’ll let you live, Volkov, — Caelith says — if you tell me how you found out she’s an umbra. Volkov lifts his chin, defiant. — You think you’re the only one who buys secrets from the enemy, Caelith? — All this time I kept wondering why you called her a ‘greater sin’… — he brushes his jaw with his thumb. — What could be more sinful than a Nephilim? Volkov pales beside me. The younger one falters, loosening his grip just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath. — The greater sin, — Caelith goes on, voice rising, — would be a double one, wouldn’t it? The child born of a woman who sold her blood and her body, and a man who vowed his life to God!

What sin had I committed? ***

"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.