Manoir Vendetta Novels & Stories

Madeline's form that awash the canvas scarlet and beside that Marienne's beautiful Turquoise eyes that held hatred for me. But I didn't do anything, so, why should I be scared? Even if something happens to me, I will not bow down, because I know I am innocent. But Victors were powerful, they could get whatever they wanted. Marienne Carlisle Victor was rumored to be the reason behind the fire of Anneville, a place notorious for illegal business and sex trafficing. If it was true and he actually got away with that fire..... He could murder me or sell me to prostitution and no one would ever find me.

"Stella, get ready, you have a job to do this night" Mrs Smith said to one of the female special assassins. "Yes, ma'am!" Stella bowed her head. "I need you to clear the mess Hannah left behind. Someone just confirmed that Meng is taking another thirteen years old girl to a hotel to defile as usual. He is a beast! I will write down the details for you and I trust you always do clean jobs, don't disappoint me this time" Mrs Smith confided.

Soon. "The beginning of the destruction of the Fernandezs is here," I whispered, my lips stretching into a sinister smile. The reflection staring back at me in the bedroom mirror wasn't the sweet, innocent Julianna. She was completely gone now. Died on the same day her father was killed. Vengeance had taken over, morphing me into a woman called Nicole. The Nicole who would stop at nothing to watch their world crumble. I wouldn't say I liked the image I was seeing, but I had to accept it. It was my new reality.

(Kelly giggles, and embraces her Mum) (The Next Morning) Good morning Mum. Hi honey, sleep well? Not really. My room still looks, smells, and the bed, pretty small. Oh honey, I'm truly sorry. We didn't have time to get a new bed. It's okay Mum, I'm simply happy to be home, to spend more time with you and Dad (Maggie smiles). What are you making Mum? Banana pancakes. Yummy! Can I ask you a question? Sure, go ahead. What do you know about Globetech Group? Not much honey, just that they arrived into town five years ago, and their entrance into town brought huge changes to Middleville. It truly opened up the town. Investors started trooping in from everywhere, creating new schools, hospitals, pa

The winding mountain road tested the limits of Veronica’s vintage convertible, each hairpin turn bringing them closer to Dr. Vance’s secluded cabin. The air grew crisper, scented with pine and damp earth, as they ascended into the heart of the wilderness. Isabella, clutching a worn map, navigated with focused intensity, while Veronica wrestled with the steering wheel, muttering curses under her breath. “Are you sure this woman is even real?” Veronica asked, her voice strained. “This feels like something out of a horror movie. A remote cabin, a reclusive professor… all we need is a creepy caretaker and a blood-curdling scream.”

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

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I say and see how his eyebrow lifts in surprise…then the fucker laughs. It takes everything in me not to rush toward him and empty my Beretta into his head, but I remain calm and walk further down the aisle. “That? You’re still bitter that-” “You nearly killed my mother? Yes. that your actions rendered her unable to walk? Yes. It’s called a vendetta, Cerulli, and I’ve come to claim it.” I say, smirking when I see the fucker visibly sweat. “That vendetta was claimed when Dante killed my men!”

“This whole thing feels wrong.” Muna adjusted the silk scarf at her neck, hiding the rough scar along her collarbone,a cruel reminder of the night she found her father shaking on the study floor, poison tearing through his body while blood foamed from his mouth. At twenty-six, she trusted her instincts more than anyone, and right now they screamed nothing but death. But the Romano family was bleeding money and men like an open wound. Without this Russian deal,they will be buried in shallow graves by Christmas.” Five more minutes,” she said, her voice firm. “We need their routes. Without the Slemz, the pipeline dries up, and so do we

"The record shows that Vivienne had gone to Valterre City for business—At that time, B. Fragrance was still starting up their new factory there, so I won't be surprised if she'd used the need to supervise the running of the factory as a convenient cover for her true purpose. However, here's where things don't add up: the Clermonts claimed Vivienne left home in the evening, which aligns with the last CCTV footage of her car departing Forêt-Bleue towards the Valterre cantilevered road at 7:45 p.m. But. . ." Camille trailed off, picking up a pointer from the table and walking towards a map next to the board, ready to reveal the inconsistency. Her eyes locked onto the map as she pointed out the