Revengers Shack Novels & Stories

she shouted once she speak. "You dare to say that" he growled, pulling her up from the floor like a rag doll. He grabbed at her arms "You dare to lie more to my face!" "And what If I did?" She shouted back in frustration and anger. " You have no right to expect me to be truthful to you after everything you have done to me! You ruined my life and forced me into marrying you, you killed my father!" "How many times do we have to go over this absurdity. I didn't kill your father Selena, he stole from me and I put him in jail. I should have killed him but I didn't. Do you fucking know what that almost cost me? Huh!".

Dane never told anyone about his little organization, the only people who knew about that were his two sons and those who had joined his organization. Meanwhile somewhere else in the City. In an underground warehouse. The warehouse was sealed off from natural light. People dressed in black cloaks were walking about, attending to their tasks. Inside a room, Dane and Amber were seated across from each other, as they discussed something's. "You and I have something in common… we all have the same enemies, and that's the Stark's… and one day we'll get our revenge." Dane said, looking at the candle on the other side of the room. Still feeling awful, now that his plan had been ruined.

“Do you know how many I’m willing to kill for her, Reaver? A witch. Six demons just today. An incubus in an alley. The list is growing. And they all said the same thing. ‘It was a mistake.’ ‘It won’t happen again.’ ‘You can trust me.’” “I…” “The difference is that I let some of them live.” I tilted my head. “You threatened to hunt her. To sell her blood. You said others are attacking her right now. You signed your own sentence.” The Reaver tried one last attack, a dagger that gleamed in his hand, enchanted with something that smelled of silver. I dodged. The dagger grazed my shoulder, opening a superficial cut. It was the only blow he managed to land. My fist pierced his chest.

"Spencer, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt you over and over. I was horrible, I was shameless! But I'm willing to change now. I absolutely won't let you suffer anymore. Please forgive me just this one last time, okay?" I answered almost immediately, "No. Why would I take back trash like you? You know, Lucille–you think way too highly of yourself. Why should I pay for your mistakes? Why should I let bygones be bygones? Now get out of my sight immediately, or I'm calling the police!" At that moment, Vivian appeared behind me without me noticing. She held an umbrella, shielding me from the rain drifting in. Her expression was calm, and she remained quiet.

He approached me and clasped a white handkerchief over my mouth. With an air of resignation, he said: "Miss Jewel, I am sorry. I have to do this because I fear you'll bite your tongue and kill yourself." But I could not care less about what he was saying. My rage and resentment were apparent as I glared at Kent. He had been helped to his feet by this time. Someone then forced his hands behind his back and clamped them into shackles. A black hood was pulled over his head again. He was then led to the railing, staring out into the wide sea.

"Only she would dare something like that. She's stubborn to the core." Before Tapish could say anything else, the door opened.Abhishek stepped inside, his expression tight, urgency written all over his face. "Bhai," he said, voice firm, "we caught Reyansh Sheikh's men outside the mansion. They're the same ones who were involved in last night's attack." The name settled in the room like poison."Reyansh Sheikh," I repeated slowly. My jaw tightened. The pieces were finally starting to align."Increase security around the mansion," I ordered calmly. "No blind spots. No mistakes."

Start of flashback 5 years back After making sure Aisha was safe with Mukul, Ravan made his way towards Shabbier Sheikh Mansion, It was almost midnight when Ravan reached Shabbier where he roughly parked his BMW in front of shabbier main door and walked in without bothering to reply to Shabbier guards who salute him on his way. Once inside “SHABBIER… SHABBIER… SHABBIER… SHABBIER… SHABBIER… SHABBIER SHEIKH” Ravan roared on top of his lungs as he turned his head all around shabbier mansion until he stopped at a middle aged man who was now standing on first floor right outside his study room wearing a pure white colored kurta pyajama (Indian wear) and holding a branded full scotch glass in his

“Get it out!” “And leave you?” “No.” She pointed to a narrow servant stair. “Up—control the rafters, stop their rain.” They ascended, hacking through another archer. From the catwalk Dylan slashed ropes suspending a chandelier; it crashed, scattering ambushers. Below, Thorn and Rurik corralled the last rebels against a wall. The lodge blazed brighter—flames licking roof beams. --- #### Face of Treason Among the pinned rebels stood Hamish—the escaped guard—eyes wild. “Beta lives!” he croaked. “He’ll rule the ashes!”