Masamune Kun No Revenge Mom Novels & Stories

Mother watched her with eyes wide open. - I am the woman who was reborn after her mate drowned her. Moon Goddess blessed me with immunity to the magic and other gifts. I was reborn to save my people and get revenge on those who hurt me. I thought I knew who I should blame for my suffering. But now I see that I was wrong all this time. - Katherine looked at the highest witch. Mother was watching her with utter shock. - Camille.- She whispered.

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

I am done with him. Layla scoffed at the cockiness I suddenly possessed. Deep down, I don't know if I could forget him. I tried to forget and I realized I just couldn't do it. Maybe I should not see him for now. After all, I am alone. No one to talk to. My grandma is gone. She was killed. I just wanted revenge and I promise to avenge her death and make Ace, Chloe, and Agnes pay for everything. I want them to pay for whatever they have done to me. I will never forgive them. Not now, not ever. I hate them.

He's a bad influence on the rest of you He stood up and walked towards the stairs Mom: Samson please! Samson! Dad went up nonetheless. Mom palmed her forehead Mom: if I die, Anibe is responsible for my death I sat beside her and hugged her Me: no, if you die, dad and Anibe are responsible for your death She chuckled and raised her head Me: but Anibe doesn't get angry like this. Usually, he's cool when dad rants Mom: he might be fed up I sighed

The three of them turned to us, their faces lighting up. “Dad, you have to settle this,” Damien declared. “Not tonight,” Alexander replied, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Your mom’s the boss tonight.” “ Boys, there are grocery bags in the car, get them”. I said making my way to the kitchen where Mrs Romano was making afternoon snacks for the kids. “ Hey, Mrs Romano”. I greeted giving her a side hug. “ Hello Mi Amor, how was work?”. She asked.

Zitrey stubbornly shakes her head, and Mizu saw how strong the flame of hatred in her obsidian eyes, and so she added, “No honey… don’t let yourself devoured by hatred. Revenge can only bring more suffering. Wishing for a vengeance will pay a high price. Wanting a life will also cost a life and with that you might lose your dearest ones.” And continue on her cracked voice reminiscing her most regretted memory, “Aunt Mizu understand, that flaming hatred you have but you can’t take that path… don’t repeat my mistake, don’t regret what I have regretted…” teardrops started to fall constantly on her left eye yet she still wears a smile.

Ritu quickly returned to her room. “Now the real fun begins,” she muttered happily. Morning — 6:00 AM Siya’s mother was heading toward the temple with a prayer plate in her hands. The moment she entered the hall— “AAAAAAHHHH!!!” Her scream echoed through the entire house. Aryan, Ary, Rudra, Rehan, and Atul— all rushed into the hall. The sight before them made their souls tremble. Four or five dead bodies lay there… someone’s eyes had been gouged out,

She appeared now, clutching a photograph of her children, as she always did. But Amal didn't hesitate. She walked over, slapped the photograph from her hand, and plunged the knife into her stomach again and again. Each stab was a declaration of revenge for years of bitterness. The cousin screamed, but her voice was drowned out by Amal's rising laughter—a loud, savage laugh she had never heard from her before. It was the laugh of a newborn monster. The Fifth Victim—The Old Colleague Finally, her former colleague, who had never tired of reminding her that she was an "inferior woman," appeared. Her cruel face stood out, her eyes gleaming with arrogance. She smiled defiantly, as if she feared no

Even more, she hated how I had used my death to deliver this final, devastating blow. "You think you're so smart," she snarled at my empty office. "But I'll find a way out of this. I always do." Meanwhile, Marcus finally arrived back at the Blackwood estate, his mind completely distraught. He burst through the front door to find Mom and Dad in the living room, laughing and chatting happily. Dad was showing Mom a jewelry catalog, pointing out expensive necklaces. "This sapphire set would look beautiful on Celeste," he was saying. "A little celebration gift for her recovery."

There, among the routine alerts, was a new notification—a text message that read simply, “This isn’t over, Aurora. You’ve just lit a fuse.” In that moment, the triumph of her revenge twisted into uncertainty. Aurora’s mind raced with possibilities. Was this the desperate clamor of Dorian’s remaining loyalists, or something far more sinister? The anonymity of the message sent a shiver through her spine. It was as if the darkness itself was speaking—a dark promise that her actions had unleashed a chain of events beyond her control.