Sentence Of Vengeance Novels & Stories

“You are a child clinging to a broken world.” “I’m alive,” I whispered. “You’re not.” Her eyes flashed. “And that makes you wasteful with survival.” I clenched my fists, feeling rage. "You think you’re righteous,” I said. “You think killing him will fix you.” She snarled. “I am justice.” “You’re vengeance.” I shot back. " And vengeance rots.” Her face twisted then went terrifyingly still. "You will regret refusing me,” she said quietly. “I already regret knowing you.” I whispered back.

Punch "Your gang members is all dead now, thanks to me. They're all dead and you're alone right now." Punch "I'm gonna end you, right here and send you straight to hell. And when you get there, say hi to Satan for me alright?" Punch! Punch! Punch! That sentence. He said that very same sentence to mark. I was right all along. This is definitely not him. "Shane stop!" I yelled out to him. He briefly glanced over his shoulder at me and ignored me while landing his fist again on the guy's bloody face. I ran over to him and grabbed his arm and turned him around so he can look at me. I looked into his eyes while cupping both hands on his face while I tried to stop the tears that were threatening t

Vengeance Nathaniel clenched his jaw. Minah was provoking him to pull the trigger, he knew. The woman’s voice was harsh, cold, and icy; they matched the mean expression on her color-drained face. If Nathaniel didn't know her for a long time, he'd have believed every word her mouth spat. That she lacked conscience and mercy and had zero remorse for all the crimes she committed. But he knew her through and through. He knew that she was only torturing every bit of herself at this very moment.

I’d die before I allowed that to happen. I stood, fury making my breath rough and fast. I will not stand here and listen to this old hag who has probably lost her sense of reasoning, tell me stupid things about my mate. I was already on my way to the door with Marcus hot on my heels when the stupid idiot said something that cost her her life once again. “Until you let go of that fury and vengeance within you, you might never find happiness. And you might also never get the mate that you think you deserve. That fury is the only weapon that your enemies have against you which mighty cost you your life”

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

I closed my eyes as he made his way back over to where I was cuffed. We could easily break these. My Siren murmured. Yes, we could. But they would hurt Euan and it would make our punishment that much worse. We’ll just have to deal with it. I had barely finished my sentence to her when the sting of the whip came down across the front of my body. I bit my bottom lip to make sure that no sound would escape my lips, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “It’s okay to cry and scream little Siren. I would understand.” He purred, before bringing the whip back down across the front of my body.

I studied him, confused. “Okay,” he took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the closeness of his proximity, his deep, even breathing, the way his faint scars danced and changed with each word. What was wrong with me? “Let’s call it a scale. If vengeance is equal or greater than the loss, most people will act. But if they stand to lose more than their vengeance is worth, many don’t.” Sure some, acting rashly, stupidly, and it usually costs them.” A shadow crossed his face/ “Some get lucky.” I felt like he was one that got lucky. “I’m going to need an example,” I said, tilting my head.

“ you want that dog to find her then? Fucking find her, take her back, and get his son to fuck what’s mine? ” Valerie picked her head up and glared back at me. “ you are losing yourself to the hate. And you will lose her to this hate. ” “ Hate? ” I licked my lips before a grin stretched across them. “ I don’t do love…or hate. But vengeance…yes. Revenge is second nature to me. ” “ She didn’t do anything to you. ” Valerie hissed. “ And I am not doing anything to her. ” I let her go when she fucking asked me to finger fuck her. “ I am treating her nice. ”

Carried authority. Together is correct, the philosopher conveyed. Punishment serves purpose. Purpose is change. Purpose is learning. Purpose is growth. If change is achieved, if learning is complete, if growth is accomplished, then punishment served its purpose. Continuing punishment beyond purpose is not justice. Is vengeance. Is cruelty. Justice seeks change. Vengeance seeks suffering. If change is achieved, justice is served. Vengeance may demand eternal suffering. But justice demands only necessary suffering. Only purposeful punishment. Only consequence that creates change. If change is achieved, justice is complete. Vengeance may want more. But justice is satisfied. Together is correct.

Fortunately, justice might have been slow, but it wasn’t out of reach. Under the watchful eyes of the entire nation, Victor and the others received heavy sentences, with multiple charges ensuring they’d spend the rest of their lives behind bars. Their dark networks were dismantled, taking down countless accomplices. As Victor was led away, his polished facade finally cracked. He turned to me, his face twisted with rage, spewing venomous curses. "I was so close—just one step away! One misstep! You think you’ve won, little girl? Just wait! Someone will come for you."