Revenge Handbook For Dog Tamers Novels & Stories

“Can't you see their kindness? I know you're disappointed but just a little bit I need your mercy for my parents as well as me. I don't care what the reason is, I will protect what I can protect. If doing so can hurt you or even hurt me.” Alexander chuckled. He looked at Kimbeerly who continued to cry while he smiled victoriously. Kimbeerly is the stupidest woman. Alexander admits that Kimbeerly is good and honest, but Alexander will not stop the plan he has been planning for a long time. This revenge must end with her winning, not Jeremy winning again. Life must be repaid with life and blood must also be repaid with blood. There is no mercy in this plan nor will there be a chance to make am

Why do I always have to deal with assholes like this? Cassandra’s eyes darted around, searching for something—anything—to use as a weapon. In the corner of the room, she spotted a heavy wooden plank. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and moved closer. Keep breathing steady. Don’t wake him up. She raised the wood high above her head… THUD! The plank smashed against the man’s head. He staggered before collapsing, unconscious. Cassandra exhaled sharply, her pulse still hammering. “Sorry, but I don’t have time to negotiate.”

When I didn’t respond to her useless pleas, she hissed, “I’ll go to my father. I’ll tell him everything and I’ll have him destroy you!” Her words clawed at my ears. She dared to threaten me? Alpha of the Blue Moon pack? My wolf hated to be challenged and threatened. I didn’t even think. My wolf surged, and my hand moved before my mind caught up. One sharp blow, and Angie collapsed like a broken doll, lifeless. I scoffed at her as her blood poured out of her throat. I stared down at Angie’s body, then wiped my hand on a cloth. Why didn’t I feel even an ounce of remorse? She was a nuisance. She had served her purpose, by giving me Mandy.

The courier said, "The puppy has to be tamed. Wherever it peed, you could grab it to the place where it peed and beat it up, so that it would realize its mistake. After a few times, it will understand. Children had to be beaten to learn their lesson when they made mistakes, let alone dogs." "It is indeed a way." Chelsea nodded thoughtfully. In the living room, a man was tied, and his mouth was stuffed with a towel. Hearing the courier's words, he widened his eyes in horror. A pool of blood in front of him hinted at what had happened not long ago. The man struggled desperately. However, the sound of the TV was loud, and the courier could not hear him at all. Before closing the door, Chelsea s

The memory of her baby's innocent face, cold and lifeless in her arms, gave her strength she had never known before. As she stood there, a lone figure against the backdrop of the moon, Aline's vow of revenge echoed through the clearing. The winds carried her determination, her pain, and her newfound power – a power that would soon shake the foundations of the very pack that had underestimated her for far too long.

Amber said. She helped me train. I trained as a human, and she made me train as a wolf as well. With her help, I became a good fighter. I was ready to kill that man. “Your anger makes you strong, but don’t let it control you,” Amber warned me. “We need to be smart about this.” “I know,” I replied, hitting the training bag harder. “But I can’t forget what he did to us.” “Jane, when will you stop working so hard?” Amira shouted. “You have your wolf back. You can take your time planning revenge on him.”

My wolf feels alive now more than ever. The whistle went. The first round was a lesson in humility. These were Ironclaw wolves — trained, territorial, completely at home in this ground. I was running on pure survival instinct, the kind built from years of Saul's pack on my heels, and instinct alone wasn't enough when everyone around you had technique as well. Tala found me in under a minute. Her paw came down on my back with completely unnecessary aggression. You're supposed to tag, not push the person as though they were the reason you have a bad life.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

"No wonder! No wonder it exploded! She was egging him on the whole time!" "Vicious—too vicious! She didn't just harm that guy, she could've killed everyone in the building!" The middle-aged lady who had cursed me the loudest earlier now stood there with her mouth open, face turning red then pale. She quietly slipped toward the back of the crowd, unwilling to meet anyone's eyes. The footage continued. On screen, my body pivoted ever so slightly. My left hand, held near my chest, gave a swift, precise signal. Then came my distorted shout, "Get down!"

Finding Maya in Caldrane with another man. Then coming back home to this. Everything was happening too fast. Too much. I wasn't ready for any of it. Not today. Not like this. Liam reached down again. He grabbed my shirt and dragged me back onto my feet. His grip was so tight the fabric nearly tore. He raised his fist. Ready to hit me again. This time... I didn't wait. I drove my elbow straight into his stomach. Hard. I made sure he felt every bit of that hit.