روايات وقصص ضمن Revenge Handbook For Dog Tamers

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…

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

I barked, and without waiting for a response, I lunged into the fray. The first wolf I encountered was massive, muscles rippling beneath its dark fur. I didn’t hesitate, sinking my teeth into its flank and shaking my head with all my might. The wolf let out a yelp, stumbling away, but I quickly turned, spotting another attacker. “Tamara, watch out!” Sophie yelled as a wolf lunged at me, its teeth bared. I dodged just in time, my heart racing as I countered with a swift swipe of my claws, catching the beast across the snout. It howled in pain, backing off momentarily, but the fight was far from over.

Dom kept pacing, trying to think of more rules that someone could exploit to interfere and make things harder for Dom to train her. “I don’t want you to think she’s special. She’s not. I have plans for her and she will face what she sowed. But I will be the one to call her out for it. If anyone has a complaint or grievance with Raven, as her owner, you will bring them to me. I will deal will all her punishment.” One lone hand creeped up with hesitation in the mass of wolves before him. Dom glared at it before he responded. “What?”

A scar over the bridge of its muzzle. Not a pup. Not a stranger to pain. “You’re not new at this,” she whispered. “You’ve survived worse, hmm?” Her wolf settled fractionally. Recognition. Predator to predator. “I’m going to touch your leg,” she went on, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s going to hurt more for a minute. Then… maybe less. If I can do this.” If. Doubt whispered. She shut it down. Her right hand—stormhand now—would be the one to ease.

He doesn’t assess. Second wolf. Third. This isn’t combat anymore. This is destruction. I remember the order I gave earlier. Capture when possible. Bring back prisoners. But my wolf doesn’t listen. He wants them dead. Every bite. Every tear. Every shattered bone. It feels like vengeance. As if each rogue wolf represents the unknown man who touched Sarah. As if tearing them apart might somehow erase the pain burning through the bond. Blood sprays across my silver fur. I feel it sticking to my skin.

“Today, we end the whispers and begin the screams.” My heart had hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Today. After a year of relentless training, of living and breathing for this single purpose, it was finally here. Revenge. And the reclaiming of an Alpha title for the wolf who stood before me, my captor, my creator, my mate. “What’s the plan Austin?” I’d asked, my voice surprisingly steady. My hand rested on the hilt of one of the fighting knives strapped to my thigh. It was a familiar comfort now, an extension of my own will.

“Yes, bro. The Bardot Group is going through turmoil with its shareholders. Philippe Bardot’s policies are rash and unpredictable. I think we can approach the major shareholders and offer to purchase shares at a premium price, with the offer available for a limited time. What do you say?” I was sure they would grab our lucrative, tender offer. “That’s a great idea. Let’s do this. I’ll be back in twenty days to launch the hostile takeover. Until then, grab whatever shares you can.” “Fine. I’ll draft the tender offer and email it to you for approval.” I disconnected the call and released a sigh of relief. The first step of my revenge plan was taking shape. Finally, my parents would get the jus

Tammy’s internal fury shows zero signs of dropping a single percentage point, and her hand cocks back once more to vent the remaining rage boiling inside her bloodline. Ada stands completely stationary on the flank, watching the violent display with a cold, detached expression, offering zero interference to protect Chloe's face. Jun lunges forward, wrapping his heavily muscled arms tightly around Tammy’s upper torso, pivoting her boots completely away from the target. "Tammy! Stand down your claws! Our frames are physically standing inside a public authority station! Your hands cannot legally beat her flesh to a pulp inside these coordinates! Her system is definitively going to absorb a mass

It raised its claws in a desperate, defensive posture. Damon didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, low to the ground, a continuous, deep-bass growl rolling out of his chest—a sound so resonant it vibrated straight through Evie’s boots, making her knees tremble. The black wolf was a masterclass in lethal efficiency. With a single, decisive strike, he brought his massive head up, snapping his jaws around the intruder's shoulder and throwing the final attacker out into the damp mountain fog, where the sound of scrambling paws rapidly faded into the distance.