Ryan Retribution Novels & Stories

Finally, he gave up, his tired mind too exhausted to try any further. "Good!" the voice breathed out, satisfaction in that one word. "Sleep now, Kothari, son of Gard and Sarayne. Be at rest and allow me to lead the hunt to find out what has happened to Our parents. You are too soft to do what is necessary. Those who have harmed them need Justice, and for that they require me. For I am Justice, and I am Retribution. I am Death and I am Destruction. The world will swim in the blood of all those who have caused harm to Our parents. Be it directly or indirectly, all who are responsible will know my name is Agony!"

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

That was the final straw, Josiah lost his tolerance power and retaliated, punching him. They broke into a fight. At that moment, Ryan and Raymond walked in. Ryan was smart enough to call Raymond on his way here. "Stop you two!” He held both of them backwards trying to ease the commotion. “You both are being hella childish, are you fucking idiots!!? Fighting like kids?” "I will kill you! Give her back to me" Peter fisted his hands, trying to attack Josiah again. "Calm down! What are you talking about?"

He yelled at his assistant, "Prepare a contract right now!" Several minutes later, a printed sheet was placed on Tony's desk, bearing the title ‘Lost Goods Retrieval Agreement’. The contents were simple. If I could find the thief and recover the stolen item within three days, the factory would reward me with $1 million. Otherwise, if I failed to uncover the truth or caused additional losses, I would need to compensate the factory for its $3.6 million loss. Tony lit his cigarette, and the smoke wafted slowly in the air. "If you can't afford the compensation, you can pay me back by working for me your entire life."

The very first thing I did was to add a new rule to Swift Corp. [Anyone who maliciously obstructs, harasses, or assaults crew members will be permanently banned from all Swift Corp cruises.] Swift Corp would always stand on the side of justice.

The woman staring back at me wasn’t Anastasiya Van Houten anymore… I was Valencia. She gave me her life. I had spent my entire life knowing exactly who I was. I had defined myself by the mission, by the kill. Relishing in the darkness like a demon. But now? I was something worse. Something stronger. My heart hardened. Malcom Reece had taken everything from us. And every single person who had played a part in our suffering—in Valencia’s suffering—would pay dearly. No mercy. No forgiveness. Only retribution. Valencia watched me for a long moment before she stood up, extending her hand to help me up.

"If not for you cooking in the dorm, Addy would never have died. Today, I'm going to make you experience what it's like to burn to death." Summer became as white as a sheet. Terence snapped his fingers. His men stepped forward to pick Summer up so they could stuff her into the crematorium furnace. She peed herself out of fright, leaving a trail of liquid behind her as she was dragged away. "It wasn't me! Jean and Michelle were the ones behind it! Please let me go, Mr. York! I swear I won't do it again! Please! No!" No matter how she struggled and screamed, the men didn't loosen their hold on her. Terence approached the furnace and pushed the button to send her inside.

The air freezes as he stops moving. Ryan watches his father carefully—reading every twitch of muscle, every blink, every controlled inhale. Hazel watches him, eyes filled with nothing but fear. After a while of tense silence, of him staring into nothing, thinking, and calculating. Lennox exhales. The one punishment meant for Ryan is death. He betrayed his own blood. So he deserves to perish. But that is exactly what Rafaelle and Selene want—Ryan’s head on a platter, for his bloodline to end, to see them kill each other.

I will do it" He suddenly screamed. Dante smirked, dropping his gun down. This wasn’t just revenge. It wasn’t even justice. It was retribution. It was a reckoning. And Dante was the storm delivering it.