Novel & Cerita Revenge Of A Ninja

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

" But Morgana, revenge...,.." "I will burn with no rest until I exert revenge for what happened 20 years ago. The flames of my vengeance know no mercy, Nathan, they burn and will burn until every injustice turns to ash. I am the storm, the reckoning that will come for those that dared wrong me in the past" she proclaimed, before walking off, not caring whether he had anything more to say to her.

"You haven't fully recovered. It's not time yet, Nadia. Have patience; revenge is a dish best served cold. A well-planned one always turns out better." Nadia nods and begins to eat her soup. She's lost count of the days she's been in this place where all she sees is open fields and scattered animals. She can walk now, and fortunately, her wounds are healing, but the wound in her heart is something she'll never recover from. Her desire for revenge is so consuming, like a fierce animal inside her, never giving her respite. She needs to get out of here, to exact vengeance for every injury inflicted upon her, to reclaim her life, and to prove to everyone who wanted to harm her that they failed.

So useless. Tristan apologized to his father and after many pleas, he conceded and forgave him. We left the old house after dinner. *. *. "Get ready tomorrow. It's Kate's movie premiere. We are invited," He merely said as soon as we got out of the car. Without waiting for my response, he strolled into the house. I followed behind like an obedient dog. He ambled into his room and I also sauntered into mine. "Yes! The second way of getting revenge is to win the best-dressed award tomorrow. I need to let Tristan know that he has lost a jewel while picking stones,"

“How could they do that to you?” “Lord Nikjin and that evil Zokman are soulless bastards,” said Cheyenne, darkly. “I have decided that the best revenge is to stay close to both of them, gain their trust and find a way to ruin their ultimate plan. All I have to do is to wait for the perfect time to strike.” Now, this was something Erin liked to hear and for the first time since Danshak’s death about a week ago, she finally felt something close to hope, bubbling in her heart.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

It was a cold night, Rene stays in his computer room ready to start his journey online. A plan he perfectly made for his revenge, he laid it out before, that sense of fulfillment that he actually made it possible to happen is thrilling him. He set up an account under the pseudo name, Richard Tyson. Though he use his own picture, he edited it in a way that hid his face. Then he went into the list of names that he prepared. A portfolio that has every details he need for this journey of revenge.

She didn’t care about anything else, other than ending me. She jumped my way, but Ashra had already warned me of what she was going to do next. Having her with me in a fight was more than helpful. I knew what my opponent was going to do about the same time they did. I had already allowed my hand to form a claw and kept it behind my back, just out of her sight. When she jumped, I slid towards her. I was right under her unprotected underbelly, and I used my claw to draw first blood. I didn’t want to end her quick. She didn’t deserve it.

Before this ice that protects her pierces her through, and leaves nothing human behind. My revenge, if I have one, will not be against them. It will be for her. To try, beneath the black silk armor and the crown of hatred, to find the sister I barely knew, and whom I see losing herself in a triumph that tastes of ash. And to unravel the mystery of the man who stands at her side, whose gaze, even from afar, burns with the intensity of one who has found what he was seeking. ---

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.