Rumble Revenge Of The Cis Novels & Stories

He was crazy and he didn't play around when he said we will go for another round. I played along with him because this is one of the shortcuts for the revenge.

A man came in and crouched down to his level, face few inches away from him. "I'm disappointed. I heard so much about White Oak and here you are not more than 2 days and we have our hands on you......" the man said with spitting on the side. "Why are you here?" "For setting you free." "Why would you do that? Why would you betray your boss? As much as I know The Black Swan, you guys don't do anything for free, what do you want in return?" "Revenge, from Jonathan Kyle." "How can I help you, Kai?"

He showed his right palm where his Scar of Shame was---an ugly, X-shaped scar. The bitterness in his voice made Ryder remember that what happened last year was a messed up one. Hearth didn’t want to surrender to the government so they brainwashed Absinthe to counter Aegis. Hearth was defeated along with Absinthe but Aegis didn’t also really win, only according to the news. Ryder and his team were able to take down Hearth but at the cost of precious lives whose souls were invading his dreams every single night.

The cultist dropped his arm and stumbled backward in shock because he never expected a lady in a silk dress to attack him. I swung the heavy iron spike wildly and aimed directly for the center of his hooded face. He barely managed to raise his steel blade in time to block my clumsy strike. "You stupid little bitch!" he shouted and shoved his sword forward to push me back. The rusted iron clashed loudly against his sword and sent a painful shockwave down my injured arm. My dislocated shoulder throbbed with white hot pain but the adrenaline pumping through my veins kept me moving. "Leave him alone!" I screamed and swung the spike at his knees to knock him off balance.

The air smelled of roses and candle wax, but the silence carried an ominous weight. To her right stood Cole, beaming in his black suit. On her left was Scarlett, radiant in her sky-blue bridesmaid’s dress, smiling as though nothing had ever gone wrong. She turned around and saw their friends and family smiling too. Selene glanced down—she was back in her wedding gown, veil draped delicately across her face. The officiant’s voice rang out, calm and measured. “You may now kiss the bride.” Cole stepped toward her, grin widening. But as he neared, his hand slipped behind his back and reemerged gripping a knife. Before she could move, the blade pierced her chest.

They were all spectators to the final act of a tragedy. Then, from one of the dark side streets, a lone figure stepped into the square. Rayden Kalesvara. He arrived not with an explosive aura or a grand entrance. He walked alone, with a calm and steady pace, wearing simple black combat attire. His aura was completely contained, so tranquil he seemed like a god taking an evening stroll, not a warrior about to face a duel to the death. The contrast between his silent presence and Gavin's destructive aura was stark, as if water were confronting an uncontrollable fire.

Why was she doing this to me? But in the end, I only shook my head. Magnolia quietly sighed in relief and then pulled me into her arms again. "I'll find a way to make you better." A nurse came in to change my dressing, and only then did Magnolia let go of me. I turned my head and caught the strange look on the nurse's face. She was so startled that she dropped her phone. On the screen was a video of my sister's corpse being desecrated. In the video, several men took turns assaulting her body. Their ragged breathing drowned out the sounds of me being beaten in the background. By the time the last man left, my sister's body was so badly ravaged that it barely looked human.

It was brightly lit and Tamara realised with a jolt that she could make out David’s face about as clearly as she could make out the girl’s own. Remorse filled her as she realised the girl would also be affected by the scandal. She had never watched the intial video or she would have requested they blur out the woman’s face. Chelsea sent the video to the number they gave her. She didn’t care that the woman would also be exposed; all she wanted was to save herself. ————- The next morning, Tamara stared at her reflection as she applied the finishing touches to her makeup. Somehow, she had thought that such a vital step in her revenge plan would bring her happiness but all she felt was hollow an