Revenge Forged In Prison Novels & Stories

I just hadn’t expected them to come now, after prison, after everything had already been taken from me. My heart felt heavy, but my wolf lay inside me, unrepentant. “No, I haven’t forgotten” I said quietly. “And i don’t regret it.” “This is revenge, then?” I asked, cutting through their theatrics. The answer came in the form of pain. A brutal kick slammed into my stomach. I cried out despite myself as my body folded, air ripping from my lungs. The man’s foot stayed there, grinding mercilessly into my abdomen. “Still think you’re some righteous lawyer?” he spat.

He hadn’t been good enough five years earlier, and now they weren’t good enough for him. Jake had money now. He had freedom. But no amount of money could buy back who he was before prison. That man was dead. Jake Savage walked into that prison, but Wrath had walked out. The name he’d earned through blood, violence, and murder. Prison had turned him into a hardened criminal, one that didn’t blink at the thought of taking a man’s life. He was a man forged in flames, forged in blood and violence. Wrath had been born out of necessity, a will to survive, and with a debt that needed to be paid.

“Nathan, whatever you are trying to do, think twice about it. You could put yourself in trouble. These things are very, very sensitive. You could be caught, be killed if I’m not mistaken. Look, I know Amara has a child and that child belongs to you. Maybe revenge is not the best thing you should be looking for right now.” “Revenge is the best thing I should be looking for. They made me miss my daughter’s birth. I missed Zara’s birth. She was born without a father, all because I was in prison. I’m going to have my revenge against them.” “Look, man, not many people have the kind of opportunity you have to get out of prison very early. I doubt you even stayed up for a year in prison and you’re

Pierce shook his head, then started to laugh all of a sudden, but the sound of it was filled with so much pain, that I knew he was dying inside. He turned away from me, his gaze searing the wall. "What can I do now, huh? Because no matter what you say, every time I look at you, I can still only see Scarlet" he said then turned to face me. "So the reason you targeted Margo and her family was because you wanted to take your revenge on them... You said you did all this partly for revenge" I nodded. "Yes. Yes I did" "And Raphael, is he included in your revenge" he asked, his fingers twitching at his side.

He said each word with an emphasis that made her face burn. - W-well… – she gasped, closing her hands into fists on the table, to try to control her reactions – What if… What if Liam and Suzan aren't affected? That's what revenge is about, isn't it? - Oh, they will, don't worry. – although her posture as a whole remained unchanged, she could see that dangerous and infuriated gleam in the green eyes – After so many years in this industry, I met many people like them. When they consider someone inferior, they simply cannot bear to see them succeed in any way. Foster and Newton believe they have destroyed it. That whenever you see them you'll feel like you're nothing. But let's show them otherw

"Come rain. Come sun. You will be the only woman in my life. Thanks for coming into my life and showing me what true love is. I renew my love to you today, you shall be the only woman I will love till my last breath. I was once an asshole and I know I have made you cry so many times. I promise to make it up to you and be the best husband and the best father to our children. I love you, Alyssa" Alyssa burst into tears and they both hugged. (The End) Author: Dear readers, thanks for taking your wonderful time to read my book, "Reborn For Revenge" Thanks for your support all through 2023. This is 2024, let's do it together again. I love you and you are always in my mind.

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

Within those two years, with Ethan's help, I had undergone plastic surgery, transforming my body into perfection. The process was painful. I cried. I had wished I died instead. I loathed Ethan for making me pass through pain. I even begged him to kill me at some point. But now standing here with the red sundress on my body hugging me in all the right places, the pain was worth it. I looked like a model that men would actually kill to have. And there was only one thing left. Revenge. The bedroom door opened, and I stepped out of the bathroom in my red-bottom heels, a small smile on my face. Ethan gave me a once-over and smiled in satisfaction as he took my hand, placing a soft kiss on it.

The fact that he had escaped from prison only made him a more useful ally, someone who knew what it meant to be wronged and was willing to fight back in any way necessary. Marlon’s gaze was cold but unwavering, his expression one of steely resolve. He had his own reasons for wanting revenge. He had lived in a hell of his own making, imprisoned by the very family Victoria despised, and every day in that prison had been a reminder of his lost years, his ruined life. When he spoke, his voice was low and menacing, a growl that seemed to rise from the depths of his soul.