Ryan Retribution Novels & Stories

"Amelia, I promised her I won't leave her and now it is inevitable to break that promise. I am going to find that damn woman at any cost and take revenge for what she did to my brother." "But Sean she didn't know the consequences of what she did. I am sure she doesn't know that all this happened." I looked at him with so much anger that I think he could see the red in my eyes. And yes he did because his gulp just confirmed it. "She bloody knew he was sick and the operation was necessary but no all she cared was her revenge. It is time to end the game she started." I said wiping my tears, I am not going to shed a tear for her even if I did for my brother. Amelia you always saw the good side o

The car zoomed to life, the sound of its engine soothing the edgy feeling I was still harboring inside. Ryland would never give up his quest for revenge until either of us dies, but he had another thing coming if he thought it was going to be me. His first betrayal had taught me everything I needed to watch out for when dealing with him. I knew the kind of man he was. Ryland was almost like me. He wanted power and would do anything to acquire it even if it required him to kill his sister. Right now, he was with a witch, but with the power flowing through my veins, I knew there was absolutely nothing that he threw my way that I wouldn't be able to handle.

She just wanted her mother and daughter's life to be peaceful together, but why was everything so difficult. "Don't think too much. Everything will be resolved. Let me take you home." No matter what, he's still by her side. Basically, whether she allowed him to be with her was the question that was worth mentioning. "I was wrong. Wrong from the beginning when we started. It was my fault that I now have this kind of retribution." Vera blames herself. She stood up but fell on Ran's lap, he was about to push her away when he saw that her whole shoulder was shaking because of her crying. Crying because of helplessness, crying because everything happened to me.

He risk his life for something he had no knowledge. Becker trusted Cook and Rios. They appeared good men just as he was. They had suffered a great deal in their ways of life. Life tossed its animosity, resentment, anger at healthy individuals. Life blamed them for the appropriate actions they performed. It seemed to Becker’s life turned ungrateful for what he experienced. And that include fighting the bad guys, dusting them out, saving the country. They did it with virtue. Despite the trauma, the purgatory, the pain they had passed through, they felt they remained heroes. Someday someone would soon realize that.

What would I want Ravenna to do if the woman who orchestrated their mother’s death was sitting beside them right now, offering help when they probably do not have any real hope for any of it elsewhere? The answer is simple, I'd want her to take it. As long as she’d be safe, and cared for, and protected, I would want her to take that hand of help. If she later decides to chop off that hand as a retribution for the loss of her mother, I wouldn't blame her. I won’t blame them. “Stay here first.” My words are solemn as they come out and I hear I'm not trying to sound patronizing right now and that it’s not easy for me to say these words, but I need to.

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

I screamed in pain as I fell hard on the floor, my spirit was adamant about dying but my body had already given up a long time ago. I stumbled, battling to hold on a little longer as I watched Tianah squatting next to me. "Goodbye bestie. You really lived a good life." She chuckled as I breathed heavily. I wanted revenge! I wanted to put them in the same pain they had put me through, I wanted another chance to rewrite my history. I wanted to live again and see Tianah dying while I smirked at her. "With the little time I have left, I pray to the moon goddess for a second chance." I smiled, closing my eyelid in death.

Elder Maddox read the verdict, “Today, FireBrick will witness the painful execution of Luna Mikayla Redridge to ensure that justice prevails and that repatriation is paid to CasterMoon.” Tremors of horror assail me. Had I not been tied to the wooden pillar behind me, my boneless weight would have crumbled as my heart pounds against my rib cage. “Let it be done,” Elder Rueben incited with a bow to Valen. Valen raised his hands to create a fireball. He thrust it into the firewood that went ablaze. I closed my eyes waiting on the searing pain to engulf me.

Pain shot up her arm, and she tried to pull away, but he held firm. "If you embarrass me with him," Mason continued, his voice low and dangerous, "if you give him any reason to disrespect me or this pack, there will be consequences. Do you understand?" The threat was crystal clear. Step out of line, and he would make her pay. "I understand," Lyra whispered, her voice shaking. Mason held her gaze for a long moment, then released her wrist with a shove that sent her stumbling backward. She caught herself on the edge of the bed, cradling her injured wrist against her chest.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below