My Vengeful Former Lover Novels & Stories

“Dude, couldn't you have been more considerate of our situation? You know that some of us were very deep in very dangerous territories, hence calling us all together at a moment's notice was quite inconvenient.” He complained to Zach in a playful tone. Four had always been a player, hence Zach understood what he meant by 'deep territories'. He had been enjoying his holiday since there were no mission for them at the moment. In the five years, he had gone back to his private military contractor work. He had worked hard creating an elite team that would eventually help him gain his revenge against all who were involved in the death of his wife and child. It was now time to put into action all

Dark silk, soft and flowing. “I’m sorry,” he said. And then he left me standing in the silence of his office. I was angry instantly. This men are not just werewolves killers. They are also men without morals. I carried the dress back to my room like. Every step, my mind spun faster. If I entered Lucan’s chamber, could I kill him, will I survive it? Would it even matter?

For five long years, I had loved a man who saw me as his enemy, a fool in love. And all that time, he had been basking in my affection while systematically destroying everything I held dear. The footsteps faded down the hall. Lying alone in that hospital bed, for the first time in my life, I felt the flames of vengeance ignite within me. I won't just make you pay, Marcus, I thought, a cold fire burning in my chest. I will burn your world to the ground, just like you did to mine.

She didn't even recognize him, and that explained the extent of the terror and horror his father made her go through. He looked back at the tombstone, up at the infinite night sky. His hand reached out, brushing over his mum's name. “All of you won’t have suffered in vain. With every fiber of my being… every ounce of my soul… I will make Salvatore Vitale pay for what he did.” The wind bit at his cheeks and he let the promise burn into him. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He didn’t need to check. He already knew it was Kara.

I believe the reason was that he knew it. "In a previous life, I was mercilessly murdered by my own so-called lover, Dante. I believe somewhere I deserve it because for him I went against everyone, Moon Goddess, my parents, and my mate," I said, looking up at him in his eyes because I was unable to apologize in my previous life.

“Why would you give this to me?” “Because the man coming after you now—Vance—isn’t doing it out of revenge for Justin. He’s doing it for me.” My eyes widened. She smiled, bitter. “We were lovers. Once. Long ago. He thinks he’s avenging me. Saving my legacy. But he doesn’t understand—I don’t want to be remembered through bloodshed.” I stared at her. “So you’re telling me Vance is your pawn?” “I’m telling you he’s worse than anything you’ve ever faced. And he’s doing this… for the wrong reasons.” She coughed hard, eyes fluttering. “I thought I wanted to win. But I’m tired now. And I see that peace you’ve carved for yourself—”

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

(Kelly laughs) Beautiful morning bestie, hmmm, someone is in a good mood…spill! So you remember the guy I was talking to at the club, uhmm, yeah, well, he phoned this morning and said he will want to see me again, and asked if we could go out tonight and I said okay. Oh! Yeah, so don't wait up, 'cause mama is feeling lucky tonight. Yeeeeepe! You're such a nasty girl Ashley. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time with… with what? His name? Oh crap! I don't recall, well...who cares! (Ashley makes her way out of the room singing) (The next day…)

I balled my hand up into a fist, felt hot blinding tears fall from my eyes before wrapping my arm around him and returning the hug. I need to find a way out of this blinding love, I don’t know if that is possible. It is probably just easier to kill that bitch Valentina and somehow convince myself that Raphael will be mine, that she would no longer be there to take him away from me even though I know he would just move on to cheating on me with the next bitch with a hole between her legs. ***

MAVERICK’s POV I was in my room staring at a picture frame of my lover, My wife. She has always been the light of my world, and now she is dead. She was killed brutally, and the fact I have not been able to identify the ones who did that to her made me feel rather useless. “Maverick, there are some men..” My sister barged into my room and saw me kneeling before my wife’s pictures. She exhaled deeply, moved closer to me, and began to shed tears.