Revenge Wears A Mask Novels & Stories

It took a month due to the Swede accident, but they’re here now. “Yes,” she replied. There’s no room for doubts now. Doubts only bred mistakes. And she couldn’t afford to commit one, too many people’s lives were at stake here. Her father’s vengeance was at stake. Rein wasn’t ashamed to admit that when she took on this responsibility, she didn’t really think of its consequences for her country. "Oh, before I forget. Here.” The new right-hand man passed a dark mask to Damon. “Our family is known for wearing these.” If each mafia family had its own quirks, this would be the Evanders’. Their secretive moves and preference for anonymity were represented by the mask.

“A bottleneck trap was sloppy. Predictable. But you were too blinded by revenge to listen. You're so blinded by your father's ghost that you have forgotten what you're actually fighting for.” “Don’t you dare talk about my father,” Kailen hissed. His fingers jabbing into the masked man's chest like a dagger. “Don't talk about revenge like you understand it!” Kailen barked. “My father died because of that family!” His voice cracked at the end. Not from sadness. From fury. “I waited years for this,” he hissed. “Years. And you stood there acting like losing him meant nothing.” The Masked Man tilted his head slightly. “You’re emotional,” he said flatly. “That’s your weakness.”

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

I would just leave! I will go see Michelle tomorrow then! He entered his car and drove off..... .......................................................... Michelle was struggling with the guys in the mask while trying to stop them but she's too weak to fight them off, her pretty white is full of red stains which happened when they force into her little Virginia, she was in so much pain while two of the guys have already had their turn and Nelly was the last guy seen dragging with her...

After that, Jack felt guilty, and Lauren became crazy. She believed that Jack's lover was the one who planned the whole thing. She went to Jack’s lover’s door to look for her. In the end, Jack’s lover used sulfuric acid and a fire to destroy Lauren’s face.

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

It wasn’t just about him or me—it was a system that cradled men like Sebastian, rocked them gently in the cradle of their privilege. For now, I'd wear the mask of normalcy, a cloak woven from threads of determination and fear. I'd walk these halls, head held high, my secrets and scars buried deep—until the moment came to reveal them to the sun. ‘Justice may be blind,’ I whispered, ‘but retribution sees all.’

For a moment, I couldn’t move. Then slowly, I undressed. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror — all bones and bruises, scars stretched across skin that no longer belonged to the girl I used to be. I reached down, my fingers brushing the worst one — the jagged silver-dagger wound across my waist. Like a centipede burned into flesh. It still hurt. A lot. But soon, I wouldn’t feel pain anymore. And I didn’t care. After the bath, I nearly bumped into Chase as I stepped out.

I added, my voice low but sharp enough to make the air in the hallway turn to ice, "always pays its debts. Whether they're paid in blood, or in cash." Ava Russo thought she could take the money and run. She should have known better. Traitors don't get happy endings. Their fate was sealed the moment they chose to deal with us. Marco nodded and walked away. Dante didn't follow. He remained by my side, his eyes still on Robin in the monitor. "Do you regret it?" he asked. "Regret what?" "Not making him suffer more." For the first time, I let out a real smile. Not a cold one, but one of genuine relief.

The memory of her baby's innocent face, cold and lifeless in her arms, gave her strength she had never known before. As she stood there, a lone figure against the backdrop of the moon, Aline's vow of revenge echoed through the clearing. The winds carried her determination, her pain, and her newfound power – a power that would soon shake the foundations of the very pack that had underestimated her for far too long.