Revenge Of Night Novels & Stories

“If you hurt them, I swear to God, I’ll break every damn bone in your body.” Reuben laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. “You think you can scare me, Caden? You think you can intimidate me?” He looked back at Ronan, then at me. “None of you understand. This was never about the damn kids. This was never about anything but me and my revenge. I’m going to make you all pay. Every single one of you.” A chill ran down my spine, but I refused to back down. “You’ll never win, Reuben. Not like this. Not when you’ve already lost everything that mattered. You can’t even see it, can you?”

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

she raged, tearing apart her room like a woman possessed. - - - A woman wearing dark sunglasses stood at the edge of a rooftop, the night breeze tousling her hair as she smoked. A smirk played on her lips as she gazed over the glittering Vegas nightlife below. "I’ve stayed silent long enough. It’s time to exact my revenge. They won’t know what hit them. I’m back, and the Hernandez family better brace themselves. From now on, it’s showtime," she said with a cold laugh. Someone approached her from behind.

I could already feel the anticipation crawling under my skin, a sick mix of dread and numb acceptance. But tonight was different. Because tonight, I wasn’t thinking about dying. I was thinking about living. Revenge. It hit me like a slow, steady wave, drowning out the despair that had clung to me for weeks. If no one were going to save me—no Luca, no one—I’d save myself. I’d become what they wanted. I’d play their game. Cale wanted a Luna who wouldn’t flinch. A Luna who wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t scream, wouldn’t break.

Aunt Lenore said beside me. I took a deep breath and slightly bowed, still facing the mausoleum of my parents. I will come back, Mom and Dad. I will do everything to ruin the lives of those who ruined mine, of those who separated me from you. I will take my revenge. I won't allow my long-planned revenge not to happen. I'm Zion Yohan Warren, and I'm the devil billionaire.

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.”

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?

My pulse was steady—too steady for a man who’d just set a trap. But something else stirred. Something darker. Hungrier. Something I couldn't explain yet. Zara Langford wasn’t just a pawn. She is a perfect bait to use in perfecting my revenge You just wait for me Victor, I'm coming hard for you. Zara Langford I made it to the elevator before my knees threatened to give out. Holy mother of hell.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine