Ryan Retribution Novelas e Histórias

I clench my fists so tight, fighting the urge to slap him. I bite my tongue hard to keep the tears at bay. But that does not stop the brimming sea of tears that follows. "And all these years, I resented Ramon. Rejected Ramon. Despised Ramon. Hating Ramon for killing you when you are still alive! You are still fucking alive! My son didn't grow up with a father for five good years because his father was busy paying time for a man that was still fucking breathing! I found it hard to trust Ramon when it's him I should have trusted! You should rot in prison! I will make sure you rot in prison for everything you have done to me and my family!"

Jason smiled lightly. Raphael lowered his gaze and remained silent. “I do not blame him for what had happened. After all, it is good for young children to be a little rebellious. It is better to take a fall earlier in life than late, and I’m not looking for retribution. You don’t have to be this extreme,” spoke Jason calmly. For the many years he had lived, he had seen numerous remarkable people. Some of them had lived an extraordinary life, but once they had fallen, they could not get back up; some suffered all kinds of hardships as they grew and eventually went on to achieve great successes.

Ryan Most days, it feels like I'm drowning. I've stopped trying to hold my head above the surface a long time ago. These days I'm sinking to the bottom without keeping my eyes open. Can anyone blame me for not wanting to live? I lost the two people I loved the most, my wife and daughter, Vera and Fanny, and now I'm standing here without them, a man with only one purpose—revenge. That's right; I can't die yet. I still have to punish the man who ordered both of them killed, Ola Svensson, Amelia's father, and the man I worked under for several years.

Feel free to 'bully' me all you want! [Mr. Shannon, don't wake up from your lovestruck daze just yet. Consider me first.] As the wave of comments rolled in, my X began to skyrocket in followers, quickly reaching 500,000. With Shannon Corp.'s reputation recovering, I shut off the live stream. Then, I stood up and looked at Evonne. "Your Ange is so pure, huh? Well, let me give you a special gift then." I sent her a document. After going through it, Evonne's face instantly turned pale. She then spun around and slapped Angelo across the face. "You're disgusting, Angelo Zambrano!"

Robin hesitated, then said, "Then let Dr. Foster continue treating his hands, at least. Ever since he learned there is still hope that his hands might recover, he has seemed much better. It's hard seeing him so beaten down..." "No." Magnolia hurled the file in her hand at him. Her voice was low, but the anger in it was unmistakable. "This is your fault. You were the one who gave him that ridiculous hope! I told you to keep the information about that rehab treatment sealed, so how did he find out anyway?!"

I vowed to make the Scott family pay, Sebastian especially, he would regret killing my parents; he would regret making my sister and me orphans. My voice grew quieter as I watched my men scurry away, a trail of fear in their wake. I had made my point, but it was not enough. I wanted more than just words. I wanted action. I wanted retribution. I sat in my chair, my breathing heavy, my thoughts dark. I had been manipulated by Sabastian Scott and I was determined to get my revenge. I would not rest until I had exacted my retribution. I would make that family pay, one way or another. He killed my family and I would make sure they would never forget it. I stepped into the back of the mansion, my

“You… you know everything?” “I know,” Reid repeats, stepping closer, his words like blades. “And I haven’t done anything yet. Not because I can’t. But because every move I make has to serve a better good. Not an inconclusive revenge, not petty satisfaction. But because I want something bigger, much much bigger, so why go for the small fry?” Rowland’s lips tremble, his breath uneven, but Reid has already turned his back again. He strides toward his car, each step sharp and final, leaving Rowland kneeling in the dirt like a discarded shoe.

Ronan Simpson, you have really bitten more than you can chew. “D… Darcy Taylor, do you not fear retribution?” Elena was crying pitifully. My girl was crying because of this devil. I would make Darcy pay for every single teardrop from Elena’s eyes. “Retribution, you say? How could I fear such? I have done a lot of terrible things. So much so that even karma fears my name. Hahahaha! You are about to die, yet you still think about my retribution? You’re so pathetic.”

“But don’t forget — mercy always comes with a cost.” --- The Elders Respond That night, beneath the stars, Lyra stood on the balcony of the Ironfang keep. Darius stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist. “She’s gone,” he whispered. “Not for long,” she replied. “They’ll send more.” As if summoned by prophecy itself, a black bolt of light shot into the sky to the west. Then another. And another. Rowan stepped onto the balcony. His face grim. “The Elders just lit three soul fires,” he said. “It’s their code.” “For what?” Darius asked. Rowan met Lyra’s eyes. “Retribution.”

She could skip topics related to her. Allison was behaving well with her. Then why did she want to pick fights or want to hurt her? Nevertheless, Allison was also curious about whether or not Ryan had forgiven her. Despite this, it was quite evident from his actions that he did not forgive her. Except for Ethan, everyone held their breaths as they awaited Ryan's response. Meanwhile, Ryan did not care about anyone and directly looked at Allison with his dark eyes, which pierced her heart. "I hate them, and they will pay for it. Because I don't believe in forgiveness but in retribution."