Naoto Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"

His rough features, hooded eyes, and a scar slicing across his jawline—all unmistakable. Finally, a guard opens the gate, and a group of recently released inmates shuffles out, each heading in different directions. I glance down at my phone, comparing the image with the faces in the crowd. Then I see him—a lean figure in a black T-shirt and loose, worn-out trousers, his posture relaxed but guarded. He’s the last one out, his gaze flicking around as he takes in his surroundings. “Davis Noah,” I call, stepping out of my car and moving toward him.

had several questions to ask but wanted to let it all lie low while I focused on the future and how to get my revenge on those who had killed me. I was sure not going to let it slide. I wanted to know exactly how I was reborn, but it seemed as though River kept going back and forth whenever I asked him that particular question, so I decided to let it slide. River was either keeping the information from me or didn't know either from the surprise I saw in his eyes when I walked in. I shook my head and made up my mind that my revenge would come first. Our conversation continued, and as we spoke, I found myself slowly letting go of my old grudges. I realized that, in this new life, we could be

"Weren't you so good at toughing it out earlier? So full of justice—even claiming to be Ms. Spencer herself. How ridiculous!" "Hurry up and admit you're just lying! If not, I'll leave you to drown here!" I did not give in to them. I had died once in my past life—I wasn't afraid to die again. Once Mark regained consciousness, he would tell Eric everything. So I wasn't worried about Eric not knowing how I died. He would avenge me then, and I could die knowing it was worth it. A hand yanked my hair, pulling me out of the water. I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me.

I gazed out the window as the warm air blew through the crack, then replied calmly, "That's my home." ... Upon arriving at the Academy, I passed through multiple security checkpoints with facial recognition and took the elevator to the top floor. I knocked on the door of the last office in the hallway and entered. "Rowan, I'm back," I announced. Rowan Baldwin, the middle-aged man behind the desk, stood up and walked toward me. He reached out to place his hand on my shoulder, but stopped mid-air when he noticed the wound on my temple. He asked, "Did he do this?"