Manoir Vendetta Novels & Stories

Nicole "And this is your private romantic suite. Everything has been prepared according to what Mr Cameron Sinclair had requested. I hope it suits your taste." Sierra announced as soon as she opened the door to our suite. Three words: Oh. My. God. "Cameron really requested all this?" Shane asked sierra who nods enthusiastically. I walked in and slowly looked around, taking in the crimson wallpapers and the golden chandelier hanging on the ceiling. There was a huge flat screen TV hanging on the side of the wall and right in front of it, were two big leather couches.

"In the darkest hours of the night, when you least expect it, my presence will seep into your consciousness like a vile contagion. The specter of your wrongdoing will become a malevolent poltergeist, tearing at the fragile threads of your sanity." The room became a chamber of horrors, a stage set for a grotesque play of vengeance. Shadows danced upon the walls, whispering their secrets of torment and despair. The air turned fetid, tinged with the stench of impending doom, as my threat enveloped the very essence of Leo's being, clawing its way into the recesses of his mind.

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.

With this information, I can reunite Anna with her Mum. Hey Boss, yeah, Kelly come on in. This came in today and I think it's the smoking gun we need to close the Wilson case (Maria Wilson, a 30-year-old single mother was allegedly involved in the burglary of a jewelry store in Greenwood that resulted in the death of the business owner. Maria was arrested and sent to jail separated from her daughter and will give anything to see her daughter again). Hmmmn, this is good Kelly, let's use this to bring Maria home and unite her with her daughter. Thanks Boss.

And that’s when he saw the projection flicker to life across a rusted railcar. A grainy video. Aria—bound. Unconscious. Bruised. Valentina was beside her, bloodied but awake, glaring defiantly at the camera. “If you want them back,” Lucien’s voice said, “you’ll meet me where it all began. Where your father made his first kill. Where the Morano dynasty was born from blood.” Alex’s spine went rigid. That place… “Villa Rosso,” he breathed. “The ruins.” Lucien chuckled through the speaker. “Midnight. Come alone. And bring the drive.”

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!”