Metal Gear Revengeance Monsoon Novels & Stories

“Something bad.” Simone smiled coldly, and then took a gulp of her coffee. It was boiling hot. She had to have burned her tongue. When she had swallowed it, she said, “That I am.” Kiera gulped. She was struck with a fear that she didn’t quite understand. “What is it that you’re thinking about, Simone?” She wanted to know. At least her observations had been correct. “Revenge,” Simone simply said.

Schnell pressed play. White noise. Then: "He said he wasn't dead. But he was. I saw him die. And then he came back and he was so angry--" The rest dissolved into screams. We left it playing and kept moving. The armory yielded a few more useful items: concussion grenades, a grenade launcher with two rounds, body armor. Mont's expression was grim, focused. He was assembling something in his head. A plan, maybe. Or a goodbye. None of us noticed he’d gone until it was too late.

“You can’t seriously think Monsoon will just welcome you back without any issues.” “Can you shut up?” June snapped this time, louder. “You’re stressing her out.” “It’s fine,” I said, even though it didn’t feel fine. “Let her talk. It doesn’t change anything.” After hours of driving, the road finally curved toward Monsoon territory. I sat straighter without even realizing it, expecting the familiar scent of home to hit me any second. But instead, something else and unpleasant drifted through the open window. At first I thought I imagined it. Maybe just smoke from some distant campfire or wind carrying the smell from somewhere far off. But the closer we got, the stronger it became. I could sme

I took a deep breath and composed myself. ...But little do I know, this made his arousal for revenge fiery. Blind in vengeance, he was going to make an irredeemable mistake...

The man leaned backward agilely, stopping my claws from scooping out his eyes and he shoved me backward with his other hand, putting some distance between him and me. I staggered before regaining my balance and then I snarled and came at him again. I didn’t know what was going on but the instant we started fighting, the scent in the environment started to change. The scent of dried blood and forest soil was replaced with the smell of Moon Flowers and raw hormones, combining together to create a very potent and stimulating scent. I closed the distance between the both of us, swiping wildly with my claws, trying to peel the skin off his bones and hurt him for daring to put a dagger on me.

My mistress replied pulling the trigger I was speechless for the moment then I finally regain my voice "You can kill me for all I care..The one you have done is worse than death😡😭.. As I tried walking out of the house..She shot the gun To my Greatest surprise Selena ran to cover me making the bullet pierce into her flesh She staggered then fell to the floor Blood gushed out freely..... Laura ran out of the house leaving her luggage bag.. Philip descended two thunderous slaps on Montana cheeks

I had to get out of there. “I have to go.” I hurriedly threw some money on the table, packed my things and hightailed it out of there. ___ I was back at the waterfall where Caelum took me for our first date. The loud roar of the waterfall wasn't enough to stop the raging tornado of thoughts inside my head. I didn't want to believe that my parents could be capable of such evil but the evidences were there, in Caelum's hair, in Leslie's hatred…..in my plan to take revenge.

“Don’t give them more than they’ve already stolen. Come back to me.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At a deserted airfield outside the city, Damon stepped into the storm. A sleek black jet waited on the runway. From its stairs descended a figure - older, refined, unmistakably alive. “Hello, Damon,” the man said. Damon stared. “Monroe.” The ghost had returned. And the real war had just begun.

Rain sheeted down, bouncing off asphalt slick as oil. “Stay low,” he said. They sprinted into the downpour, weaving between abandoned vehicles. Mara’s fingers tightened around the go-bag strap—if they lost this, all of this would’ve been for nothing. A gunshot cracked behind them. She ducked instinctively, the bullet sparking off a metal dumpster inches away. “They’re aiming to wound!” she shouted over the rain. “That’s worse,” Reese said. “Means they want us alive.” Another shot rang out, this one closer. Mara glanced back—two men in tactical gear emerging from the motel, faces hidden behind black visors. Their movements were precise, military.

Please come and save me! Just as Chloe was about to faint from fright, a nonchalant knocking sound came from the door. Joy surged in Chloe's heart. Oh, my God, was it the savior? But Kevin paid no attention to the knocking at the door, continuing to vent his anger. As he was about to tear off Chloe's clothes, he suddenly felt an inexplicable cold sensation at his back, as if an eerie wind had brushed past. Under this strange pull, Kevin slowly turned around. Behind him, Mark stood with bloodshot eyes, only two meters away. His face was filled with anger, disappointment, and pain.