My Vengeful Former Lover Novels & Stories

The subsequent emotion that consumed me was a profound loathing and fury. “Vincent of Star Moon Pack,” I roared with my Alpha voice. “I’m going to kill you.” It's not a feeble vow. Without a doubt, Vincent shall taste the bitter fruit of my vengeance. For killing Vera, for deceiving me, and for using my mate to conceal his heinous crime. He shall meet his demise at the mercy of my lethal claws. And never again shall anyone dare utter his name in my presence.

We are on our way to moonlight pack to be in attendance at the mating ball organized by Alpha Ethan Starling. This was also the opportunity for me to meet his daughter, my future Luna. After the death of my mate and Luna, I’d grown emotionless and cold. It was as if I was barely alive. I became bitter and my hate for rogues grew. I hated them for taking my lovely mate away. For making me a widower at a young age. I wanted revenge for my mate’s death. For my pains and tears. I became a vengeful beast. For four years now, I went on a killing spree every evening, killing rogues. That was the only way I knew how to mourn my mate and my broken heart.

I hate, am repulsed by him, and pity him in equal measure. “After you and Marlowe were ‘killed’ in your car accident, I had an epiphany. I realized that my and Janet’s rage and desire for revenge had cost us everything. We might have had some years together, we might have touched happiness again, if only we had faced down our fears, our regrets, our hatred for Frank Geary. But instead we let the rip he’d opened in the fabric of our life suck us in like a black hole. We let him destroy all three of us.” He looks at me as though trying to decide if I’m listening to him. Whatever he sees on my face makes the corners of his mouth turn up slightly.

‎Grace stared ahead. ‎She thought of the name she no longer used. ‎The life she no longer had. ‎The grave she never got to visit. ‎She did not come back for revenge driven by anger. ‎She came back because the truth had been buried for too long. ‎Nathaniel checked his phone, already moving on to the next crisis. He did not notice the way Grace’s fingers tightened briefly in her lap. ‎He did not see the quiet resolve in her eyes. ‎To him, this marriage was temporary. Controlled.

Once I used to cry at night saying I don't want to lose you and now I smile in pain at night accepting the bitter truth that you were never mine for me to lose you in the first place. And till this day even your obsession over your revenge and madness in your vengeance couldn't make you mine. Neither you're mine nor I am yours. This is just some day's infatuation of you to hurt me. Your hunger to see me in pain will end soon. And I know we will be separated. But I just want one thing before seeing you disappearing from my eyes. Be the Harry Amelia was proud of. Be the Harry I forced to get lost somewhere. Return that Harry.

After everything that had happened in her past life, she no longer believed people so easily. "So? What do you want from me?" she asked. Violet gave Summer a once-over. "I'm not here for you. In fact, I didn't even know you were here." Summer remained silent. "You know Terrence, too?" Violet asked. "You came here looking for Terrence?" Summer shot back. Violet nodded. "That's right. He's my first love. I gave up on marrying Saul because I'm trying to rekindle things with him." Summer was a little baffled.

What pained her most was knowing that a part of her would have contemplated getting back with him if he had asked. Throughout three long years, she had poured her love and dedication into their relationship, but now it all felt wasted. He had callously discarded their love, their shared memories, without a second thought. He didn't deserve her love. He had forfeited any place in her heart. Jessica gazed at her phone and deleted his number from her contacts. It was a futile gesture because she had already etched it into her memory.

I reached for the closest thing to my arm - the bottle of cognac by my dresser - and flung it as hard as my anger could carry against the wall above my bed, and listened to it shatter like the pain in my heart. I wasn’t even sure what the pain was about exactly. I wanted to say it was about the thought of losing everything, but then I thought of Valeria, whom I had thought would be the woman of my dreams forever. The box of watches on the table disappeared as well into the floor, and I felt a sharp piece of the glass kiss the small open skin beneath my pants. But it was still nothing compared to the ache in my chest. And then I thought about her. About Helen, and the pain even burned fiercer

Through the blur I saw him, my fiancé, the man who once swore he'd love me until death. And he wasn't horrified. He wasn't calling for help. He was watching me die with satisfaction in his eyes. "You did this to yourself," he said gently, almost kindly. "If you had been faithful, none of this would've happened." Darkness closed in and my blood soaked the floor and my voice turned to nothing. But one thought burned in me. If I live through this, I will find him. And I will make him pay. Even if it's the last thing I ever do.

After everything I risked for her she pulled the trigger without even a second thought, and I’ll be goddamned if she gets away with it. After moving to Italy, and killing my father, with Mateo alongside me, making sure he got his revenge against him I had agreed to let him have, I have done nothing but try to make her go away. I have fucked women after women, killed man after man, and have been drinking my weight in top shelf Whisky, but no matter what I do to try to make her, and what she did disappear from my mind, the figment of her shape, her voice, and just everything about her, it all stay’s imprinted. I dream of killing her, but I also dream of her laying in my arms, safely, and grace