Is Vengeance A Sin Novels & Stories

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

He felt ashamed for having not forgiven his brother although he had his reasons for doing so. Anger flared in the older's eyes and he was filled with an unquenchable thirst for revenge on those that had dared hurt his beloved little brother. They said no Sin in Sincity and yet the evilest of sins are committed every single day, while they filled their hearts with fear as they wrongfully punish the innocent, whereas the most wicked run free and are respected and seen as the most righteous.

“But those are shallow questions, Sunshine. Ask me something real.” She stared up at me, those eyes liquid chocolate beneath the lights. “What do I want?” A dangerous, loaded question. Humans want a lot of things, but in every heart, there beats one true desire. One thing that shapes our every thought and action. Mine was vengeance. Sharp, cruel, bloodthirsty. It had bloomed from the bloody corpses of my family’s bodies, inking itself into my skin and soul until my sins were no longer mine but ours. Mine and vengeance’s, two shadows walking the same twisted path.

“Murder? No, micuta mea. Killing him would be a dream but doing it that quick, especially without me around to witness that pleasure is not my cup of tea. I wanted to hurt him, yes. Scare him? Absolutely but most of all, I want to show him that I can put him in my mercy wherever and whenever I want. It’s better to put a fear in someone’s eyes before you end them. Having them on high alerts, stress and scared 24/7, looking behind their backs until you are ready to strike them in their vulnerability is the ultimate vengeance.” “I’m starting to believe you are the devil himself, Vadim. You should be worried that your every acts and foul ideas would book you a ticket straight to hell.” “Sweethe

(TRISTAN'S POV) ‘Vengeance is of the Lord,’ I always preached it when I was a priest. I was once an angel with the bible, winning souls for Christ. Now a devil with an empire, sending souls to hell. I’ve tasted light and darkness, and I must confess: Black tastes better. Fuck, justice, I’ll rather play God. Answer that prayer with a knife and a coffin. The weak depend on faith. The strong make their fate. And in this moment, staring at Kendrick’s turbulent eyes, I relive all the sins of my life: from losing my virginity to fucking Bunny more times than my heartbeat—I realize that vengeance is sweeter than sex.

That word doesn't work the way it should be. In all the royalties I have killed, the thought of 'Finally, I got justice' never pass through my mind. But I never felt pity too. They deserved it. Nobody is innocent. No one does. All are tainted and have sinned. Don't tell me they don’t, or I'll cut their tongues. Even my lady, Agape, is not. She's green-minded, you know! ~ "Rampage, wake up." "Bro, just wake up already. We're all here now."

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.

I started sobbing, “I messed up greatly. I’m ashamed of myself Mrs. Martina” “Well, you just have to get a grip of yourself. You must make a decision never to do tit for tat again. It is grievous in God’s sight. Don’t kill yourself, the deed is done already.” She warned me earnestly and made me vow never to do so again. I repented genuinely. A pleasure of five to ten minutes had turned me into a wreck. The whole scenario kept on dawning on me. Is the enemy not winning the battle over my life? I felt so low, so cheap. The sting of sin is worse than the sin itself. I felt ashamed to meet Demola. Do I have a right to ever accuse him again? Maybe it is good that I fell. I will never think low of

After all, the sins he committed were worse than theirs. "I-I will... entrust you all with my daughter's life." Zacharias took off his feet from his chest as Fernando rashly sat up and gasped while regaining his breath, the other gazed down at him before walking away. They say, a sin for a sin will always and forever be equal, and repentance is the sinner's only defense, but sometimes, being faithfully devoted can lead to blindness from many more truths that are stopping them from their capabilities and limits, transpiring of beliefs and notions that lead to loss of control in yourself, drowned in the sea of coercion instead of the sea of tranquility which the eternal suffering of the sinner

The Council member holding the scale looked up once more and his mouth was pressed into a grim line. “Your search for vengeance is justified yet your soul will not be redeemed.” “What does that mean?” “You can only seek vengeance for yourself. To seek vengeance for your father’s death will lead to the condemnation of your soul.” She clenched her teeth and her fists beside her. “Then let my soul be condemned!” “Child…”