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I could feel his rage burning through the phone, even though he was miles away, like a heat wrapping around me. “They did this to you? You lost your leg for that bastard and they still mistreated you? I’m going to ruin them. I swear it.” “No!” I snapped, sitting upright, swiping tears off my cheeks. “No, Ric. That won’t be sweet enough. That’s not the best revenge.” There was silence. Then, quieter and more focused, he asked, “What do you want to do?” “I want to destroy them myself,” I said, voice calm, a dark certainty hardening inside me. “But not fast. Slowly. Gently. I want them to rot from the inside out.”

I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night. As soon as I arrived at the beach, I got off my motorbike. I took off my helmet and sat down on the sand feeling the cold sea breeze. I closed my eyes and tears started to come out from my eyes remembering why I'm starting my revenge today. I got up and opened up the seat cushion of my motor bike. I looked at the small brown envelope and took it out. I walked slowly towards the water and closed my eyes praying for my sanity to go for revenge.

Preston interjects, furious. "That's rich coming from you, Preston." I narrowed my eyes on him. "And anyways, I'm the one calling the shots, here" I continued, flashing him a glimpse of the photos I captured of him and Miss Brooks. "Why can't you just forget about this, like it never happened? Why can't you just forgive and forget?" Preston asks, frustrated. "I wouldn't be the Revenge Artist if I did" I smirk, using Natalie's ingenious line.

I'm being dealt with them blow by blow, while he's rotting away in the next room. For a while, I'm there, staring at the pictures of my supposed biological parents, and seeing traces of their features in me. I have Jacqueline's jet black hair and full lips, but Henry's sharp eyes and relaxed stance. That's when the emotions begin to overflow. My heart clenches, not just in pain for my dead parents (both couples, by the way), but in rage. I am filled with the thirst for vengeance, and I swear to find the cause of all their deaths and avenge them, even if it's the last thing I do. I should be annoyed with the deceased couple in the room next door, but because I have no idea why they took me aw

Maybe this little war she started can be a reason to relive my teenage life. Which is why I want to go out with a bang. I don't want to execute my revenge half-heartedly—go big or go home. I pull out a notepad and write “REVENGE PLANS” at the top. I nod to myself and split the paper into two sections, labeling the top-right corner “PROS” and the top-left corner “CONS.” PROS: 1. Bring a girl home. 2. Stay out late. CONS: 1. Retaliation

Nicholas immediately scooted to the side, making enough room for them to pass. One of them was taller than the other two. There was something about them, though, something that gave Nicholas a strange feeling. His eyes immediately darted to their necks; that was when he saw it. It was them! They all had the symbolic tattoo of the Black Eagle cult. Nicholas immediately felt his blood run dry as a chill shot through his body. They must be looking for him! How did they track him to this town? he wondered, a million thoughts running through his mind. This place wasn't safe for him again; he had to leave as fast as he could before they caught on!

Ben hissed, his eyes filled with anxiety and fear. As the rain gradually stopped, Ben sat on the side of the road, his gaze fixed as he watched the rescuers carry out one charred body after another. Remorse and anger flooded his mind. With scarlet eyes, one person immediately came to his mind—Kingsley. "It must be him!" Ben's heart burned with rage. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll make him pay!" But then it occurred to Ben that he had lost everything, so what could he use to seek revenge on Kingsley? And Charlotte—it was all because of her!

“I know Nathan respects women more than any of us and would never do anything to hurt a woman for no reason. Just as his mother taught him. but do you forget that the incident you are talking about happened over a year ago?” They had to admit, it was suspicious of him not to be in contact. Not unless he had no interest in revenge anymore. That to me made more sense than what the guys were thinking. “I am not going to force you to do anything. We can have fun on this trip like we planned. But if an opportunity presents itself, I will take it.” I might have been smitten by Olivia but that was never going to stop me from seeking revenge for him. even if he did seek revenge in the future when he

That is, if you ignored her beauty and sensuality. As Sharon greeted me, sunlight from one of the hallway windows illuminated her arm for a moment. That’s when something caught my attention. When she extended her hand to greet me, her sleeve lifted slightly, revealing a small tattoo on her wrist. A blue falcon. My stomach churned instantly. That same bird was the symbol of the gang that had recently threatened me. The mark was unmistakable. But how could she have something like that? This was too much of a coincidence.

"That’s just one of many reasons. This rivalry had lasted for centuries. Once, this pack was a weak one. The Callisters never stopped attacking. Good people lost their lives. I made a promise to bring them down, not just for myself but for the pack. And when I’m done, their name—once powerful—will mean nothing. Only then will my parents, and everyone we lost, truly be avenged." She nodded slowly. “Your tattoo, the one above your brow, you’d said it was a promise.” She said, and I gave a small smile, impressed at how smart she was. “Yes, it’s a reminder of this vow I made.” “She was beautiful.” Tessa says, her eyes scanning the picture. “Her face is missing from that.” “Still, I can tell.” Sh