Revenge In Repose Novels & Stories

explained Xavier. "Why don't you just leave it to the police, let this be their business," said Maria, who did not understand her son's way of thinking. "Mom, this is not an easy thing. I want to avenge James' death. I don't want her to just sleep in prison peacefully, I want to make her suffer, hurt..." Maria felt short of breath with what her son said. "Xavier," Maria said, cutting Xavier's words. Her hand moved to grip her husband's hand that was on her shoulder.

“We are divided him and me when we should be one. Your scent is our weakness; my undoing, and as much as I want to get our revenge upon your filthy witch of a mother, I fear you will stop me.” “I won’t.” I admit almost immediately as I gnaw on my inner cheek, “but there are so many scars waiting to be painted across its victims' hearts in the name of revenge. Has it ever truly served and met its purpose without any remorse attached to it?” I question, genuinely interested to know what he believes to be true. “It’s difficult to confirm when revenge usually leads to more revenge. It’s a cruel and vicious cycle that can rule and ruin your life. It’s definitely not for the faint-hearted, darling

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…"

She was full of smiles and it seemed at that moment, the picture was taken on the most happiest day of her life. Her picture was carefully positioned above others with everything else leading back to her. On the top of it all was the word: REVENGE. Vespera stared for a minute and raised, her hand, touching Lorna's face. Her gaze darkened and her face turned pale. "I have been playing low for weeks now, Lorna. I can't be patient anymore. It's time to unleash what I am made of. I have to find who hated you this much to your point of death and I need to make them suffer." These words dropped like poison as her eyes moved from one person to the other in anger.

“You mean cleaned?” “She wants a war. I’ll end it the same way I began.” There’s a pause, then, “You mean—” “She dies, or I do.” He exhales. “You’re playing with fire.” I almost laugh. “It’s what I know.” After I hang up I scrawl one line on a pad: This isn’t revenge. It’s restoration. The ink bleeds black and definite. I leave the paper on the desk like a confession to no one.

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

I slide in. Pulse finally slows. But the fracture remains. And tomorrow night, I go back. Because for me, revenge isn’t just about the knife anymore. It’s the slow bleed of his obsession. And I’m going to make him bleed first.

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.”

I further proceed to place the flower bouquet on her headstone floor: Maria Reynolds was inscribed in gold lettering, taking off my dark shade, I sniffle through tears, staring out at the cemetery. “Mom, I’m back” my voice came a bit hoarse “to set the scores right” I pause, taking in a deep inhale, exhaling out, my fist ball into a clench. “Avenged your death and rightfully take what is mine” those wicked humans must face judgment; mercy shall not be spare on any one of them. So much needed to be executed and my years spent away, I had been plotting, each one of their downfalls, they will crumble and I will make sure of that.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.