Revenge With My Quadruplets Novels & Stories

The poor thing knew better than to struggle, dangling from her embrace as if he was playing dead. Her sisters stopped teasing one another, their expressions hardening with fierce unity. It was what I loved most about the quadruplet bond. When one was hurting, they banded together, raging war on the culprit. It was the same for the boys too. Hell hath no fury like a quadruplet scorned. You were not just dealing with one. You had a legion of the fuckers to contend with. “What time were you supposed to be meeting him?” Allyson asked, placing a sisterly arm around Faith's shoulders to console her.

Laughing in response, Gerald simply retorted, “Thank you for pointing out the obvious, Young Master Quartermain! Regardless, the fact that I’m here alone should paint a pretty clear picture that I can easily deal with you without even needing help from others! Now then, listen closely. I’m giving you a chance to order your men to release my elder sister and bring her to me. If you do so, I’ll still make you handicapped, but your life will be spared. If you decide not to comply, however, I’ll be teaching you and the rest of your family a very bloody lesson!” Despite the fact that Gerald had laughed at Yesirn’s words—rather than choosing to be angered—, everyone could feel how murderous each o

Alex tried to force an apologetic smile in response to the stares. He turned to Anna and said, "I know you are pissed, but can you keep it down?" "What the h*ll am I supposed to do now? I have no idea who I am to face in revenge for Lily's and my mother's deaths." Anna said angrily. Alex rubbed his jaw and said, "There is one last thing that could clear him for good or reveal Mila is in a conspiracy with him."

She didn’t look like the women who usually walked through buildings like this. But that didn’t matter. She wasn’t here to belong. She was here for revenge. The elevator doors opened with a quiet chime. The fifteenth floor was even more impressive than the lobby. Glass walls, chrome decorations, and modern paintings lined the corridor. Employees walked past confidently, their voices quiet but focused. Anna sat down in the waiting area, pretending to read a document while her heart pounded inside her chest. Years. It had taken years for her to reach this moment. “Anna?”

"Teach me to control the curse. Teach me to use the blood. Teach me to become something the Blackwoods can't touch." "And the quadruplets?" I looked down at my stomach. At the four heartbeats that had survived rejection, banishment, bleeding, and a wolf's hands around my throat. My children, I thought. My legacy. My revenge. "They're coming with me," I said. "And in five years — when they're old enough to walk, to talk, to shift — we're going back to Nightshade territory." "For what?" I smiled. It wasn't a nice smile.

But now is not the time to just stand still and think, because I need to take my revenge on Arin. I know Mick had said that he would help me, and of course if he will, his brothers will too, but I don't want that. I want to take revenge on him alone. I want to show him what real hell feels like and how things become when everyone turns their back on us. I want him to feel everything that I felt… But right now, the twins are with me. If they stay with me, I’m 100% sure they will participate in the revenge. So what should I do? Should I send them away, or let them be part of it?

The guards that stood in front of me began to levitate. Their screams filled the air, but my rage had blinded me. I clenched my fists, and they all curled up into balls and burst open. A pool of blood came raining down on the floor and I let out a shaky breath. This was not enough to satiate my anger. The quadruplets were now the bane of my existence. As if weakening my forces was not enough, they decided to destroy the one thing I held dear and valued. "How could they?!" I screamed at the top of my lung, "How could they do this to me?! Those low life, weak alphas! I am stronger and better than them, so why?!" I roared.

Jaxon had forgotten me, and my family believed I was dead. "Let me be the father of your twins," he said, his words sending a jolt through my heart. "Yeah, on one condition," I said, my voice firm. "What is it?" he asked, intrigued. "I want them to pay for what they did to me," I replied with determination and added, "Help me." “You want revenge?”

And that's okay, because I've come to find that they're not perfect either. I've built them up in my mind to be more than they really are. "My father used to choke me until I passed out, and until bruises bloomed around my neck. I had to wear turtlenecks and polo necks whenever it was so bad that makeup couldn't cover it. At least he never sexually abused me, I always think of that as a positive." I say without preamble. "I pushed my best friend away, I had nobody but myself. I blamed it all on the Morettis, of course. They ruined my mother's life and, in turn, ruined mine. I was going to get revenge on their kids, but my conscience was bothering me so much that I was fighting against it. I

It increased my drive for revenge, because it took almost dying for them to recognize my worth. The moment I was wheeled into an ambulance, I swallowed my blood, which healed me while I feigned being passed out, thinking of the best way to make the triplets pay for their sins. The first thing on my mind was rejection, and now that I had the power to make them suffer, I was determined not to hold back.