Revenge Of The Night 소설 & 이야기

ᯓ★ Ginger rushed to the villain’s lair, breathing heavily because she was in a hurry and didn’t want to be late. If she wanted to stay longer in her enemies’ workplace and be successful with the execution of her revenge plan, then she would need to follow one of the codes of conduct, which was punctual. “Wait, hold the elevator!” Yelled, Ginger at the person who was about to enter the elevator while she was running. She was so busy catching her breath, she didn’t notice it was Charlie. Ginger just realized it when Charlie spoke.

It might have been five years, but I hadn’t forgotten, a mother never forgets. I step out into the cold night air, the same moon staring down at me the night I pledged my oath for revenge. That night they took everything from me. “It seems Calian, you won’t be able to deny me this time.”

The night was darker than black when I turned the door knob and it gave way under my light push. I could smell my preys, and it felt really intimate to me. Just a little more time for me to reach them. His daughters. Four of them, ripe for the taking, each a carefully chosen instrument of my vengeance. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about reclaiming my dignity, about carving my pain into his flesh, one daughter at a time. The oldest first, then the next, savouring each conquest, until I reached the youngest, the sweet, untouched eighteen-year-old, the grand finale of my carefully orchestrated symphony of revenge.

Kambiri replied with a low voice. "So sorry about that, I know how it feels nothing can ever replace blood, but at least you have us now, stand tall again like a man, together we will rule Vanguard and set ourselves free from bondage" Bella encouraged him. "Revenge is always better, never wanted to rule the Vanguard city, just hoping to get my mother's and father's death revenged, in fact getting revenge for the death of my family," Kambiri said to her. "Who killed them?" Bella asked.

We both smiled at each other, taken back to the day we all met for the first time officially. This was the last thing we needed. The last thing to fit in the puzzle and solve everything. I got what my father wanted for the world to know. This is it. I did it. We all did it. I, Layla Smith, can proudly say that this is the day when my revenge is completed. Xx__xX

But what they don't know is that I'm coming for them, I know there's more to it and I will figure it out. I will avenged their death, I will kill them all without showing mercy, I will be back . Another one tonight after 10 comments Revenge is about to commence 🔫🔫 Desmond is going to be #Merciless TBC ################ M•Ï•A͙ (Ɱɛʀciʆɛรร Iɳ Ɑctiѳɳ) Sequence 4 Writer: Seunnzzy❤️

“I told you. He might be untouchable in the daylight. But at night? At night even kings bleed.” Alessandro chuckled darkly, sipping his scotch. “You’ve outdone yourself, ragazzo. When I first heard you wanted revenge on your own blood, I thought grief had scrambled your mind. But now…” He gestured at the screen where Montez’s face was splashed with damning headlines. “Now I see. You were born for this.” Nathan finally leaned forward, grabbing his own glass from the table. His knuckles were still bruised from when Montez’s men had handled him days ago. The ache only fueled his satisfaction.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

The storm outside reflected the storm inside him, and neither would stop until he had claimed his vengeance. He stepped out of his office and into the night, the weight of what he had to do hanging over him like a shadow. Adrian had made a mistake. He had thought he could control everything, but now Nicholas would show him just how wrong he was. Adrian might have the power, but Nicholas had something far more dangerous—an unrelenting thirst for revenge. And once he started this fight, there would be no going back. The game was just beginning.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.