Revenge Of The Night Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.

She wore an emotionless expression on her cold face, the coldness was still very much visible even though she was wearing very heavy makeup that hid her true face. “Been waiting too long for this. throwing some punches in the air would relieve my loneliness as well as stress, it's been a while I did something to cater to my mental health. Let's do this!” Jacob exclaimed in an ecstatic voice as he slammed on the gas excitedly. Jacob has always been a great lover of revenge.He loved to return the same energy that was given to him as he has always found himself in situations that threw stones at him. Due to this, he had to fight to keep his safety as well as sanity in check.

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

I turned to Daisy to leave us alone. "Are you coming tonight, Mr. Reyes?" I asked as I grabbed the contract from his secretary. I opened it and started to read it one by one. "I hope so but my son will come. I should tell him to introduce himself to you." I smirked knowing it. I've been targeting his son to start my revenge. "What's his name again? Sorry, I'm bad with names." I put down the contract and smiled at him even though I want to kill him so bad right here right now since he's in my lair.

Raven didn’t let him hug her,she kept her distance. Smart girl. But her voice cracked when she said his name. Even smarter boy, if he noticed. I walked out onto the balcony that night and watched the stars. It was too clear. The kind of night that feels staged. Like peace was faking it. I lit a cigarette I didn’t want. Just something to do with my hands. This war we were walking into wasn’t about the Bishop anymore. Not really. It was about memory,identity and revenge. Always revenge. Like blood gravity pulling us back into orbits we thought we escaped.

"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.

And for Gerald, it was a return to a world he thought he'd left behind. Tomorrow, the real work would begin. Tomorrow, they would start dismantling Xavier's empire piece by piece. Tomorrow, Victor Reis would remind New York why they used to fear his name. But tonight, as their cars wound through the city streets, they were just four people united by loyalty, revenge, and the promise of what was to come. The Ghost had returned to America. And soon, everyone would know it.