Novel & Cerita Revenge In Repose

Just like it stung me to hear him say my name, perhaps it unsettled him to hear me abandon the warmth I once used for him. “I hope you won’t regret this decision, Dom.” I said his name again, cold and deliberate. “You’ve betrayed me… and one day, you’ll pay for it.” I meant every word. “What did you just say? Are you threatening my son?” Rowena snapped, grabbing my arm and yanking me around roughly. The sudden movement made my head spin, but I refused to show it. “I’m not threatening anyone,” I replied flatly, even as cold sweat prickled across my skin. “I’m simply reminding you that you reap what you sow, Mrs. Pierce.”

I fire again, and again, two more shots slam into his skull. His movements slow, twitching spasms shaking him once, twice, and then nothing. He goes completely still, lifeless. The man who stole Vincent from me, who forced him to leave me, is gone. The echo of the gunfire hangs in the air like a final judgment. I lower the gun, my heart hammering, a cold satisfaction curling in my chest. Revenge is served, but it brings me no happiness. It doesn’t grant me peace. I have already lost Vincent and without him, the world feels empty.

“Revenge.” ‎

Amidst their angry shouts, Steve, who had once been saved by me but then betrayed me, suddenly dropped to his knees. He slapped himself repeatedly, even drawing blood from his mouth, before he stopped. With tears streaming down his face, he begged, "I'm sorry, Mr. Leeds. I deserve this. But my son is innocent. Please, save him. Please!" But no matter how much he begged, I was no longer soft. I simply said, "I can't help you." But before I walked away, I did leave them with Yves' whereabouts. They should sort out their own problems.

“She’s not doing this out of competition, Barbra. It’s revenge. She’s coming for me and anyone connected to me.” Barbra’s silence deepened. “But why?” she whispered. “Why won’t she stop? What does she want from us?” Adam didn’t answer immediately. He knew what Celine wanted. Retribution. She wanted him to feel the same helplessness she once felt. He had seen it in her eyes that day in the conference room; that quiet fury wrapped in control. “I don’t know,” he said finally, though the weight of the truth pressed heavily on his chest.

A sting reached my heart and spread like wildfire,my head began to feel heavy,when I was done with all this revenge was over with,what on earth will I do? My reputation is hanging by a fragile thread,my relationships with my partners are now severed,even Saint Locke doesn't talk to me anymore…and now Ares,not that I miss him, it just felt like I was losing so much of my life to this revenge–would it all be worth it? I replayed my last encounter with Yolanda and shut my eyes tight,that lying witch needed to pay,no matter what it costs,even if it was my happiness. “Have you contacted Victor yet?”I asked,turning to one of the men.

“My men are going to make a feast out of you. They will each take turns tearing you apart from the inside, piece by piece until all that's left of you is a broken, bleeding mess.” My chest tightens, my heart drops to the ground. “Vesper, you sick bastard! You'll rot in hell for this!” “Maybe I will, but it'll all be worth it. Watching my men use every hole in your body will bring me the satisfaction I've been craving since you and your husband ruined me.” He smiles and brings out a cigar. He lights it and puffs on it calmly as he watches me struggle in tears. “Boys! Get to work. Make sure it's a spectacle worthy of my revenge. I want it loud, rough, painful and bloody.” Vesper puffs out a ri

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.

It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting. Sitting at her desk, Aurora opened a new document. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she began to draft her next move. The plans she had laid out meticulously for months now needed to adapt to a changing landscape. Her heart, still racing from the adrenaline of her success, now beat with a new rhythm—a rhythm of caution and alertness. Every instinct told her that the game was far from over, and that the real battle had only just begun.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below