Novel & Cerita Seeking Vengeance

It's only after the sin is committed that you realize that you have really messed up. There's a point after messing up where you try and figure out if what you did hurt someone else or did they really deserve it. The latter is usually when they're in a vengeful state and you're operating from a space of revenge. Vengeance is like a cycle and it is a vicious cycle that never ends because when somebody does something back to you do something bad to them and when you do something better and they do something bad to you and so on so on so it's like bouncing a ping pong ball on the table tennis top. Vengeance can somehow seem like a fidget spinner. It can be annoying if there's no conflict resol

When I asked why she was crying, she told me her daughter was beaten to death, and she knew exactly who had done it. However, because that family was rich, ordinary people like her couldn’t do a thing. That girl’s killer was Mira. So the moment I came back in this life, I started investigating Mira’s bullying, hoping I could save that woman’s daughter this time. As the police examined the evidence, Mira suddenly slipped out through a window when nobody was watching. The officers moved to chase her down, but Cody threw himself in front of them, blocking their way. It only bought her ten seconds, but that was enough for Mira to get away.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Do you really have to offer yourself up? Aurora didn’t hesitate before slapping me again. "Rowan Vance, do you want to ruin Kieran’s future? He finally managed to pass the bar exam, and you’re telling him to go hire a prostitute?" Hearing this, Kieran’s eyes immediately reddened, and he began crying pitifully. "Rowan, I know you’re jealous of me. "But you stay at home all day doing nothing while Aurora supports the company on her own. Now that I can finally help her, you want to destroy me. Are you even a man?"

Kael continued, “they’re not hiding.” “No,” Lucien said quietly. “They’re not.” A beat passed. Then “They’re searching.” Kael’s gaze flickered slightly. “For what?” Lucien didn’t answer immediately. Because there was only one reason a survivor would return. One purpose. One driving force. Revenge. His expression hardened slightly. “Find them,” he said. “Before they find what they’re looking for.” Kael inclined his head. “It will be done.” He turned to leave “Kael.”

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

Then he added, “We’re not here for you, Laura. We’re here for him. The son of Carlos and Bethany. He’s going to die for what they did to our prince!” I froze, for less than a breath. So that’s what this was. Revenge. Just not mine. But Sebastian’s blood belonged to me. My vengeance. My closure. My blade. No one ends his life unless it’s me. The vampire lunged, and I moved with him—fast, hard, violent. Our bodies collided in a flurry of fists and claws, my wolf seething under my skin as I ducked under a swipe and landed a sharp blow to his ribs.

but Michael wasn't paying attention, so he continued. By that point, he had reached the most distressing aspect of his memories, and all he wanted to do was put it behind him. "When I found out about the abortion," he went on with grim quietness, "all I could think of was that you were more like my mother than I'd thought. I told myself I hated you, and when you ran away, I began to plan revenge. A child seemed the perfect way since I was certain you didn't want one, and learning that I'd lost one made me realize how much I wanted to be a father. I thought I could accomplish both goals at once-getting even with you and starting a family at the same time. I didn't think I'd ever find another

Part of me wished that I was dead along with him. Part of me wished that this sick bastard would put a bullet through my brain… Put an end to me. Just like he did to my father. But now… I was fixated on vengeance. Fixated on watching this motherfucker burn. I wouldn’t rest until I got justice. Retribution was mine. I may not have been built for this way of living. I may not have had it in me to see the things that I would have to see moving forward. But I would have to put up with it.

"I thought revenge would heal my wounds, but it only deepened the scars." Carla's thoughts turned to Mara, the object of her vengeance. The werewolf she blamed for everything that had gone wrong in her life. The werewolf who had become the Luna of another pack, finding happiness while Carla's world crumbled around her. Anger surged within her, fueled by the pain of loss and the searing hatred that had driven her to such extreme measures.