Revenge Of Night Novels & Stories

Nathan pulled me close and rested his forehead against mine. “Tonight, we are not only defending our home. Tonight, we take back our future.” The battle plan was set. The revenge that had so far been only a distant promise now came within reach. As we began to dress for the final confrontation, I knew that Chapter 90 was not the end, but the first bloody dawn of a new world order. After darkness and desire, the time of fire and iron had come.

And sniffed. “Revenge” I said. “Revenge??” He asked, puzzled, “What revenge?” I stared away, the night was dark. I wiped my tears with my thumbs. “My parents were killed by a ruthless Alpha, this disguise… is the only way I can get close to him, and get my revenge” I said staring into space, He was quiet,then he said in a low voice. “I am sorry” Then he added “Is it worth it, this big risk? Does the revenge worth it”

Cody even tried to grab my hand, but Noah stepped in to block him. “Emily, I know I was wrong. I’ll never listen to my mom again. “Because of my sister, I lost my job. Yet, my mom still wants me to get her out of prison. I’m really starting to hate her! “From now on, I’ll only listen to you. Please forgive me. Just look at me, Emily. Please?” I remembered how, in my last life, I had begged their family in the same pitiful way. Cody’s response back then had been, “You brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

Chloe, who was already dressed and preparing to leave for the shop, stopped in her tracks when she noticed me. She looked me over, taking in my disheveled appearance and the dreamy expression I hadn’t bothered to hide. “You look like you had a wild night.” I chuckled, still staring into the distance. “The wildest night ever.” Chloe narrowed her eyes. “What?” She placed a hand on her waist. “Did you finally kill them?” I turned my head towards her, a mischievous smile spreading across my lips. “Something even better.” She scoffed. “What on earth could be better than revenge to River?”

Behind Madam Brown stood a large group of reporters, all pointing their cameras at Evelyn. Then it hit her. Evelyn’s eyes widened. Her heart nearly stopped. She remembered this scene. She could never forget it. She hadn’t died. She had been given another chance. She had been reborn. And not just anywhere. She had returned to the very first night she had spent with Alexander two years ago. Which meant… Last night hadn’t been a dream. It had really happened. Tears immediately filled Evelyn’s eyes. It was unbelievable. She was alive.

“Freeze!” The police shouted, then looked around and asked, “Is East Sun Tower yours?” Thomas nodded desperately. “Yes. Did something happen?” “Yes. It’s gone.” “Clang!” Thomas collapsed to the ground, his eyes empty, tears streaming down his face. “You b*st*rd! I’ll make you pay for this!” Maya showed no restraint in her murderous intent after hearing the confirmation. “What goes around comes around. Do you really think you’re smarter than everyone else?”

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...

~ Emily ~ Morning light came slicing through them big-ass windows, hitting us just right—three bad bitches sprawled on that sectional like we’d been through hell and came back ready to plan the next war. My head was still heavy from everything we let out last night, but my blood? It was alive. Buzzing. ’Cause revenge got a flavor… and baby, it’s bitter, it’s hot, and it’s finally within reach. I was posted up cross-legged on the couch, drowning in an oversized tee, notebook balanced on my thigh, pen tapping like it was ready to choose violence any second.

Surprisingly, tonight, he didn't look like a businessman; he looked like a predator. “Zayne Nightwood?” Our eyes locked, he raised his glass. His breathtaking sapphire ones didn’t break the contact. Increasing the intensity of the moment which amplified my heart. “Your ex’s mortal enemy. How does that sound like ultimate revenge?” I was shocked at her suggestion but then something wicked knocked in my mind. The alcohol fueled a sudden, reckless bravery. I didn't just want to move on. I wanted to burn Edric’s world to the ground. “How…” I smirked back, raising my glass too, “Perfect,”

the night before. Yet Aurora did not fire her. Did not reprimand her. Did not punish her in any way. Because to Aurora… Mistakes were not meant to be punished. They were meant to be used. “Bring them,” Aurora said softly. One of the nannies nodded, carefully carrying Aurora’s baby. The other… carried Lily’s baby. Aurora glanced briefly at the infant. Her expression remained cold. But her eyes… shifted slightly. There was no hatred there. Because Aurora would never use a baby as a tool for revenge.