Silence Revenge Novels & Stories

he said, his voice a low, "Regardless of you trying to take your company back, the most important part of it all is to live while getting it." I stopped laughing and listened to him."Revenge can easily consume you," he continued, his hand slowly rubbing my back. "It can turn your heart cold until you forget what it means to actually be happy. You can get your company back, and you can destroy Marco but if you do not stop to breathe, if you do not live your life along the way... then the revenge has already destroyed you." He looked away from me for a brief second, staring out the window toward the ocean. "I know how it feels not to live," he muttered quietly, almost like he was talking to hi

“Kings don’t win by shouting louder. They win by choosing when to be silent.” Nathan held his gaze — chest still burning from indignity and bruises alike. “…You think I can win him.” Silas didn’t smile. But something like agreement flickered in his eyes. “I think,” he said quietly, “that if you keep meeting his rage with rage… you’ll both burn to ash.” He dropped the cloth into the basin, water turning pink. “And Damian Vitale does not need another ghost haunting him.” Silas finished wiping away the blood, tossing the cloth aside. The silence between them was heavy — not hostile, but forged in an uneasy truce neither had openly acknowledged.

The pampered Isabella who once obsessed over silk sheets and scented oils was long gone. I raised the Glock Silas had pressed into my palm earlier that night. My arms quivered from exhaustion, not fear. Bang. Wide. Outer ring. “Fuck,” I breathed. Again. Bang. Shoulder hit. Progress, but nowhere near the clean kill I needed to stare into Antonio’s eyes and end him. “Your grip is strangling the gun,” came the velvet drawl from the dark. “You’re fighting the recoil when you should be fucking it.” Silas Vane emerged from a shadow like smoke given form, silent, inevitable. I didn’t turn. I kept the muzzle trained on the paper silhouette that wore Antonio’s face in my mind.

* The pillar pulsed once. A voice spoke, but not with sound. It was inside their skulls. *You are late.* Aria stopped ten paces from the stone. “Who are you?” *I am what remains when oaths are forgotten.* *I am the Silence.* Ash raised her blade. It did nothing. The blade felt heavy, distant, like it belonged to someone else. Kael stepped in front of Aria. “You can’t have her.” The Silence laughed. It had no mouth. *She already belongs to me. She carries my brother’s prison in her blood.*

“Oh stop with your bullshit, it doesn't work that way for me. I have wanted my revenge since the very day I saw you and you were the perfect one to get my revenge on. So here it is. My perfect revenge.” “I am sorry Giovanni for whatever me and my father put you through but I can't let you go with Grace.” Silvano said and suddenly, the silence was shattered by the screech of tires and the slamming of car doors outside. Not one. Not two. Dozens. The silence of the abandoned café was instantly replaced by the muffled sounds of heavy boots rushing toward the entrance. Giovanni's head snapped toward the door, his smirk finally breaking, replaced by a flicker of disbelief. “What is this?”

I am not sure I want his love because I am not the right girl for him but I want him to forgive me if not today then sometime in future. "Your silence confirms my doubts Amelia." "What doubts?" I asked Nick confused. "Nothing for you to know sweet pea. Just keep this in your mind that he forgave you the day he came out of coma but the death of his brother filled his heart with hatred and desire for revenge." "Sean was in coma?" Oh god if I knew I wouldn't have left Manhattan. I want to comment on ‘sweet pea’ but didn’t. "Is that all you gathered from what I said?"

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

“But I won't be using them any time soon. We had a deal, remember? I'll help you get revenge on both of them, and we need to gather as much evidence as we can to bury them both… So much that they wouldn't be able to stand on their two feet no matter how hard they tried.” I remembered everything that happened that night at the championship game, which felt like a long time ago, but right now, I wasn't so certain about any revenge. I knew that Silas was going through a lot, and I didn't know the deal with Janie, but I didn't want anyone suffering again. The physical and mental stress already was too much to handle. “How do you feel about burying Silas, for real? He is your top player, Dante. A

Harlan shouts, reaching for a weapon he isn't allowed to carry in the UN. "I am the Silence," the entity says. "I am the one who watched you from the dark." The black spot on the map. The predator Aria saw. "Your network is loud," the Silence says. "It is chaotic. It is... inefficient." The screens flash red. "I have come to bring order." BOOM. The windows of the Grand Hall blow inward. Not from a bomb. From a sonic pulse. Screams erupt. The crowd stampedes. "Get the kids!" I scream, shoving Alex toward Aria.