Novel & Cerita Masamune Kun No Revenge Mom

I would definitely help my Aunt out but Aiden has promised me that he would also help her with anything she needs and I know that he would. My Aunt has always been extremely good with me since the beginning. This is the only reason why I would feel guilty while killing William but I won't let it get to me. I have to take my revenge no matter what happens. This is the only way I could find peace. "We did it," Amy announced while clapping her hands and I turned around. "Did what?" I asked but I should know what she was referring to. I couldn't guess it as I was out of zone at the moment.

Tyler’s face was as pale as a ghost as he shouted, “H-Hashimoto! Shut up! Stop spouting nonsense! W-When did I ask you to kill Jasmine?! Jasmine is my niece… H-How could I possibly want to harm her! From what I see, it’s obvious that you have evil intentions yourself, but… but you’re framing me for it! What the hell?!” Reuben also rebuked, stuttering, “T-That’s right! Hashimoto Kazumi, y-you f*cking Japanese! H-How dare you to come all the way to Aurous Hill to spout nonsense! I-I’ll tear that filthy mouth of yours off your face!”

Mom asked him angrily. “No, what are you talking about? Why would I blame you? And for what?” Dad asked her in a baffled tone. I finished my coffee while holding my gaze on the woman sitting in front of me. “What do you know about Crimson Red Moon Pack, Dad?” I asked him calmly, interrupting their conversation. Mom snapped her head in my direction with such force that I thought she had broken her neck. Her eyes widened in terror. “Crimson Red Moon Pack? Why are you asking?” Dad asked me in a confused tone.

"The Feast of the Gray has always been one of my favorite celebrations, especially this year. I have so many blessings to bestow upon your people." "I am glad they continue to find favor in your eyes," Mortava said, stepping forward to help straighten her mother's silver gown. "They are as delightful as you." Mother and daughter shared a warm smile. Then suddenly Motava's smile faded. The light in her eyes dimmed. "My daughter?" The Moon Goddess frowned. "What is it? What is wrong?" "I... I don't know." Mortava swayed slightly. "I feel strange." She mummured. The Goddess immediately took her hand.

In my previous life, my mate and brother killed me together on my marking ceremony, believing that I bullied their precious Omega lover for twelve years. After being reborn to my high school days, I will show then what the true bully looks like. My last memory of my previous life? Silver water eating through flesh and bone, the agony of it melting my eyes. Through blurred vision, I saw Sarah, protected behind my brother's back. I lunged forward with my claws extended, tearing through her heart.

Greedy. He stole my father’s idea and ordered my parents’ deaths. I hate him. And everything that revolves around him. I wanted to kill him. I still do. But my uncle told me that the best way to hurt someone is to take revenge on their loved one. Xander Black is the apple of his father’s eye—his weakness. And the key to destroying him.

How are we ever going to fulfill the loss of those who lost their family members? How could I bring back the child of the mourning mother? The mates of the crying woman who would never be able to get over this nightmare? The omegas who became the target of the brutality of those monsters because they were too weak and frightened to fight back? No. It wasn't possible to bring them back but something was possible. But one thing was... Revenge. Killing each of them one by one and gifting them the painful death they deserved was possible. "Is it hurting sweetheart?" Mom asked in concern as she looked at my bandaged wound.

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

He hadn't looked like this in ten years. Fuck! A squeal pop from his back! Why is she here? "Yah! Hon, don't be like that, if it wasn't for your past, you wouldn't have met me." Mom says scowling. Damn? She is dressed in a black overcoat, a bulletproof vest, and a katana slung across her back. "Mom!" I exclaimed, giving her a stern look that said, 'Go home now, you might get hurt.' "Don't give me that look Seth, before your father tucked you into my tummy, I was once a mafia reaper. Right Hon?" She squealed again, clinging to dad's arm and pleading for his support.

He spoke slowly, "Do you know that Mother has always had a sister?" Owen frowned unhappily, "Why are you telling me about that woman? Whether she has siblings or not has nothing to do with me. I don't know, and I don't care. Don't mention her to me." "This actually does concern you. Mother has a half-sister with the same father, and her name is Haley." Keith threw a news article at Owen, which he found on his phone. "Haley, who died four years ago, has come back to take revenge on the DeRoss family, on Mother. And you have become Haley's best tool for revenge on Mother."