Pah-chin Tokyo Revengers Novels & Stories

She thought for sure that this time Vinca was going to die in the hands of her abductors and the sweetest part would be, it wouldn't have been by her hands. Instead of popping the champagne, she had to think of ways to finish what she had begun. What kind of lucky stars were watching over that damn bitch? She should be dead and forgotten by now. What would happen if she decides to come back for her company or even worse for revenge? Ana's face was screwed up with anger. Taking her phone, she got to speed dial; "She's still alive, what do we do now?" "You are nothing but a big louse up. I gave you a small job and you failed. I will have your head if the plans don't go through" the person on t

It would be Carl’s final victory. “Don’t,” I whispered. My voice cracked, but he heard me. “Don’t give him what he wants.” Carl’s eyes shifted to me, and something dark flickered there. “You,” he hissed. “You were supposed to be mine. You were supposed to be the pawn that got caught in the crossfire, not one that smoked me out in the open. My legacy. And you spit in my face?”

"I can't believe you're still being so delusional even when you're barely alive, Suzanna—just focus on staying alive instead! "Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your lousy parents—I'll show you what it's like to be respectful of others!" One of them started breaking the tendons in my arm, while the other continued to kick at me. Pain shot through my entire body, and I struggled to back off. However, Larry pinned me down with a vicious stare before slapping me. He spat, "How dare you try to run! I'll make sure you pay for the wounds your men inflicted on Ms. Cindy! You'd better stay here and endure the beating!"

Chapter 11 Alina pov I brought out my sleeveless lace top, dragging the baggy jeans out of the hanger. In the middle of pulling it out, my finger twisted between the fabric and the hook. The pain shot up so fast that I gasped. My face twitched, my eyes widened as the sting hit deep. "Damn," I muttered under my breath, rubbing my finger, trying not to cry over something so stupid. I was still snickering at myself when I suddenly felt a hand slip around my waist.

Another thing that would be their end. He pulled out two bottles of potions and poured them over the Heartstone. It immediately turned red. Standing over the stone he began to chant: “Heartstone of the Gray! Hear not the voice of your makers, but the voice of your master! From this day on I name thee mine! The dead shall hear me. The living shall serve me. The willing and unwilling alike shall kneel. Let their rage become my weapon. Let their fear become my chain. Let their souls become my army.

In my previous life, she was the one who marched right into the prison to save me, and yet we both died in a sea of fire that engulfed the place. "Rachel…" I said her name with my cracked voice. The moment I found out that she, like me, was reborn, I could no longer hold back my tears. She gently wiped my tears away. I was like the most valuable treasure to her. "It's alright, Shawn. I'll keep you safe." She turned to the medical staff. "Tend to Mr. Pearson's wounds immediately!" The medical staff huddled around me immediately and checked my wounds. When she noticed the whip marks on my back, the warmth in her eyes was replaced by freezing fury. "Who did this?"

Clara kicked me hard in the stomach, and it hurt so much that I curled up on the ground, drenched in cold sweat. The two took turns raining down a brutal barrage of kicks and punches on me, sending my body rolling across the freezing concrete floor like a discarded ragdoll. Colter yanked my hair and violently smashed my head against the brick wall. With each impact, my vision darkened a little. His spit flew all over my face as he screamed hysterically, "Bitch! Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a pawn in our plan and a rotten little piece we can throw away whenever we please!"

I couldn’t save her. I failed.They burned her. Burned her so completely that I couldn’t even recognize her face. The body they handed me was unrecognizable charred, ruined, robbed of dignity. I identified my own sister by the moles on her skin. That was all that remained of her. I closed my eyes briefly, my hands curling into fists. Aradhya… I whispered her name in my heart. Don’t worry. I will take your revenge. -----------------------

She asked shyly as she took a seat beside him. “Huh,” Marco blinked in confusion and cleared his throat. “Yeah, Uh. I was just waiting for you,” “Okay, then play it,” “Of course,” he replied as he pressed the play button and the sound of David’s voice filled the room. “HAVE YOU CONSIDERED, EVEN ONCE, THAT MAYBE I DIDN’T WANT YOU THERE!” Tamara and Marco turned to look at each other with wide eyes. “So she’s who you’re after now? A NEW BITCH EVERY MONTH!” Chelsea’s scream followed.