Novel Tokyo Revengers Bahasa Indonesia Novels & Stories

I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night. As soon as I arrived at the beach, I got off my motorbike. I took off my helmet and sat down on the sand feeling the cold sea breeze. I closed my eyes and tears started to come out from my eyes remembering why I'm starting my revenge today. I got up and opened up the seat cushion of my motor bike. I looked at the small brown envelope and took it out. I walked slowly towards the water and closed my eyes praying for my sanity to go for revenge.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

“I’ve got something... complicated to deal with.” Claire raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Oh, now you’ve got me intrigued. Spill.” Isabella hesitated, unsure of how to even begin. How could she explain the tangled web she had found herself caught in without revealing too much? Claire knew about her ambition, her drive to succeed, but she didn’t know the full extent of Isabella’s plan for revenge. She took a deep breath, deciding to keep it vague. “Xander Blackwood proposed something. Something… unconventional.”

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

He never forgets to kiss my face, especially every time he goes to work. I closed my eyes as I felt a tear fall from my eyes. I thought everything was now okay. I got everything—Styx's wealth, his trust. I thought I would be happy after that, but I still couldn't find the joy I expected to feel. It's like there's still something missing that I can't fill and that even revenge can't cover up. I thought that when I recovered, I would be happy again. I will be able to laugh again without carrying any anger in my heart.

The sympathy Camille felt a moment ago was long gone. Warriors came closer in case anyone would like to attack their Queen. - I can see you are doing great. - Camille smirked. Her words made a few witches hiss, but she did not bother to look at them. - You had your fair share in bringing us to this state. - The witch who spoke about revenge looked at her. - I am sorry, but who are you? - Camille glanced at her with curiosity. This one could be the most dangerous. - Callista. - There was a short answer.

He said again and slammed my head against the wall, I didn’t even struggle with him anymore. This was probably my destiny, to die by Novan’s hands, destiny they say might be delayed but never denied. I began to loose grip on my consciousness, my head spun as he kept hitting my head against the wall, my mind flashed back to the last time I died by his hands, this was actually my destiny.

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

Good day my lovely readers, I know it has been a long time since I updated this book and I want to say sorry for that. When I started this book, I had a vision for how I wanted the story to start till the way it was going to end, but along the way, I diverted, which led to me having writer's block and rewriting and rewriting a whole lot of the chapters again and again. I thought I could make it work but it has been proving difficult so I wanted to ask for your patience and understanding till I'm able to trace back my steps and rewrite most of the chapters again.

Jason successfully pushed Frank away from him as he stood beside me, reaching for my hand. "Clary? Who's this brat?" Frank was panting hard, making me guess Jason was stronger. "Don't tell me you forget so easily." Jason growled. "Did you forget Taylor Devin?" I saw a flicker of surprise in Frank's eyes, but then he quickly masked it with a smirk. "Now you mention it, I remember you, Taylor's little brat! What were you about to do? Avenge Taylor's death?" "Shouldn't you be thanking your stars you were saved for another day?" Jason said with a wicked smile. They both stared at each other hard, as if ready for battle. I turned back to the kitchen again to see if Antonio was back, but he still