Revenge Books Novelas e Histórias

It quickly became my sanctuary, it was one of a kind. Back at my old pack, I never had the chance to enjoy a library. I was always too busy with chores or trying to avoid getting beaten or trying to get my wounds cleaned. Now, I had the library to myself. Most of the time, I'd pick a book and take it back to my room, as the library was often crowded. I was lying on my bed, engrossed in another book—Beast of Vengeance. It was an intriguing read, filled with twists and turns. The story centered on a man consumed by the rage of revenge after losing everything. As he gave in to the darkness, it was clear that he had also lost himself. It had a tragic ending.

“Are you ok?” “Nightly dreams. It’s the purpose of the box. Keeping the flames contained.” Ember shrugged her shoulders. Sitting on the bed she began slipping on her shoes. Watching her move was distracting him. Shaking his head, he looked at the box. Getting his first look at the inside and he felt anger bubble up. Scorch marks covered the whole interior. There was no pillow or cushion. Just an empty, cold interior that didn’t look like it should fit the gorgeous woman calmly sitting in front of him. Forgetting to approach the subject delicately with his emotions getting the best of him.

"You have yourself. Your intelligence, your strength, and your worth. Those don't disappear just because one asshole couldn't see them." "He's right," Ares adds. "And honestly? The best revenge is showing him exactly what he lost. Living well, being happy, and proving every single thing he said about you was a lie." That word “revenge” sparks something in my chest. "Revenge," I repeat slowly, and suddenly I'm thinking about Leo's smug face, his absolute certainty that I'll come back, that I need him. The three men exchange a loaded glance. "Revenge is complicated," Harvey says carefully. "Usually backfires."

The man I knew, the Masato who always seemed in control of everything, had gone through that? "When he finally got out, he wasn’t the same. And that’s when his revenge began." Thomas moved closer to the table and, in a somber voice, said: "He went back to that orphanage. He ordered it to be set on fire, with all the staff inside. None of them survived." I felt the blood drain from my face. I couldn’t imagine Masato, with all his charm and self-control, ordering something like that. I mean, yes, there was danger in his eyes, and I knew making him angry was definitely risky, but…

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

In that instant, I wanted to reveal her true colors to the whole world. Jason smirked smugly and reached his hand into my shirt collar. I returned my senses with a shudder. Suddenly, I kicked him hard in the groin, grabbed the thumb drive from his hands, and ran like my life depended on it! He crouched down in pain, roaring furiously at me, “You’re dead, Cheryl Summers! Let’s see how long you can stay first in the class!” When I got home, I immediately put the thumb drive into my computer.

Over the years, the opponents changed their clothes, their lexicon, but never changed their reasoning, there were always enemies that stain the soil with blood of both innocent and guilty. In a land of monsters, barbarism is the number one protagonist, savagery is part of the mafia landscape, and Maria De La Cruz, will be the lamb under the disguise of a hungry wolf. She will desire revenge like the desert desires water, she will desire justice, like a child desires its mother's breast, she will be on the line of good and evil at every moment.

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

But one thing was certain. Someone was watching her. And this was only the beginning. Anna remained still after the door closed. For a moment, the silence in the room felt heavier than before. Something about the conversation disturbed her. David Orlov was not the kind of man who revealed his intentions easily. Every word he spoke seemed carefully measured, every glance calculated. She slowly exhaled and looked down at the documents in her hands. This was only the beginning. If she wanted revenge, she would have to step deeper into the world of the Orlov family.

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.”