Revenge Note 1 Novels & Stories

As the SUV roared away into the night, I opened it. Inside wasn't a diamond. It was a high-tech, micro-fiber earpiece and a single, handwritten note that made my breath hitch: **"Check your father’s heart medicine. The snake is already in the garden. - C."** I looked back at the towering, dark windows of Vane Manor. My revenge hadn't even truly begun, and the stakes had already shifted from money to murder.

I took a deep breath and composed myself. ...But little do I know, this made his arousal for revenge fiery. Blind in vengeance, he was going to make an irredeemable mistake...

That anger felt clean now. I wouldn’t scream at him. I wouldn’t cry in front of him. I would simply take everything away piece by piece until he had nothing left but the knowledge that I did it. And then there was Dr. V. The one who left the flower and the note. The one who wished me revenge even after death. I didn’t know who he was yet, but that note gave me permission. It told me I wasn’t wrong for wanting this. I smiled again, thanking the universe for this opportunity.

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️ KAI of the Keepers) - Written by Authoress Marygold_slessor - 📌Do No Copy/plagiarise📌 Chapter Nineteen (19)

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

CHAPTER 68 Revenge Revenge - the act of doing something to hurt someone because that person did something that hurt you 68 In our table, I was just studying Nick and Mrs. Devaloines' movements but I couldn't tell if they are together or not cos they aren't really that sweet. Nick was just sitting next to her while looking at the other guests with a drink on his hand. I feel like I'm going to explode any time soon cos I'm sharing a table with Nick.

he said and left. Lucy groaned and shifted around. Just then something caught her eye on the little hospital cabinet. It was a note. She picked it up and opened it. “Do not kill yourself for the mistakes of others. Rather get your revenge. I can help you with that. I will reach out to you again. Soon.” The note read. Lucy's eyes creased. “Who could this be?” she asked herself, intrigued. Just then the nurse that came earlier passed, and Lucy called her.

What is in the box? I opened up the lid and… oh a note. I picked it up, the note was in his handwriting, his slim delicate cursive handwriting. “You ran away forgetting that I don’t need you to exact my revenge. I have your daughter Ava and just like you ended my brother’s life, I would end hers, just like you destroyed my family I would destroy yours. I would give Ava a life that she would dread all the days of her life, a life of a caged prostitute and when the time is right I will turn her against you and she would be the puppet I shall use to end your life my dear Valentina. I hope you continue to live well until your day of reckoning comes.

I turned around at the voice, finding one of the security guards holding a beautiful single rose. “This is for you,” his eyes scanned my face but he said nothing about it. I accepted the rose and found a note attached to it. My heart skipped as I read it, warmth fluttered in my core and gave way to my heart, driving out the pain and the bitterness, leaving only a dull drum of betrayal and my guilt. ‘Everyday should be Vegas.’ There was no name attached to it but it was obvious enough. Should it, Malcolm? Should it? Oh I wish, but I could only wish.