Revenge X Body Novels & Stories

I said, each word deliberate, cold, and heavy as a stone block, "as a damned hybrid. You stood in my hallway, while his blood is currently cooling somewhere I can't reach, and you spoke about his body like it was something you could trade." The rage inside me was no longer hot… it had crystallized into something far more dangerous. Something patient and precise. Something that would wait as long as necessary to exact the perfect revenge. "You reduced everything he is… his kindness, his strength, his brilliant mind, his gentle heart, to a crude insult about his body." "I didn't mean…"

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

She whispered to her own self. "What?" He asked her loud and clear. "So you are from that mafia gang, Stalza." She screamed on top of her lungs since she was scared. And to her reaction, the men around her pushed their ammunitions further to her throat. "Hehe," his eyes lit up, "That's right princess. I am from that dirty mafia gang everyone is talking about." He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world,

The middle-aged man was placed not far from Christopher. His face was so bloody that it was almost impossible to see his original facial features. Add to that, there were large and small bruises on his body. His arm also suffered a reverse fracture, and was strangely misplaced and twisted. What was even more terrifying was the wooden strip full of barbs penetrating his thigh. His entire lower body was dyed red with blood. He was already unconscious, and almost in shock. Even the experienced rescue rangers were frightened when they saw him.

The man I knew, the Masato who always seemed in control of everything, had gone through that? "When he finally got out, he wasn’t the same. And that’s when his revenge began." Thomas moved closer to the table and, in a somber voice, said: "He went back to that orphanage. He ordered it to be set on fire, with all the staff inside. None of them survived." I felt the blood drain from my face. I couldn’t imagine Masato, with all his charm and self-control, ordering something like that. I mean, yes, there was danger in his eyes, and I knew making him angry was definitely risky, but…

Revenge is best served cold. He never suspected a thing. Maybe he wanted a hookup for old times sake. I don't know why he came when I asked. I never spoke a word to him. I just knocked him over the head and stabbed his cold dead heart, well, dead. I rolled him onto plastic to make him easier to carry and less of a mess for the cops to analyze. It wasn't easy getting rid of the body, but I'd had time to plan. Down to the last detail. I didn't feel guilt or remorse. Why should I? He never felt a drop for me.

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

High School Revenge By Heartcode Chapter 3 "I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about that new intake" Mrs Morgan aka known as the prophetess said. "What bad feeling? She's just a new intake for the final year class." "She's bad news. I can perceive the aura round her. It's evil. She reeks of misfortune, revenge and pain." "Oh, Mrs Morgan! Are you doing that your prophecy thing again? How many times will we remind you that you are not a prophetess."

His jaw got clenched as that picture raked old memories which were filled with miseries, sorrows, rage and vengeance. "I know what I am doing is wrong but there are times brother when you need to be selfish. Xavier and his father had made us cry a lot. Maybe you have forgotten their treachery and forgiven them but I haven't. That fire of vengeance is still alive in my heart and Rosaline's betrayal has only fanned the flames of my revenge more. Now that fire will devour everyone. I won't spare anyone and Xavier, you have played enough. You have laughed enough now it's time for you to pay for your as well as for your father's sins." *****

Like I was a cranky, silly child throwing a tantrum about monsters under the bed. I pushed myself back upright, my whole body trembling with a mix of pure rage and blinding pain. "This isn't over," I hissed, each word a low, solemn promise. "You tried to kill me. And I swear to you, Victor Blackwood, on everything that is left of my life, I will have my revenge. You will live to wish that truck of yours had finished the job." .