Silence Revenge Novels & Stories

I snapped at the man. "It isn't because of me. She chose this path. She chose to have Revenge." Vladimir retorted. I scoffed, "So did I because it is what everyone else would've done, dumbass. When we are done here, I'm going to make you suck your own dick." And I was not kidding. "Now, where the fuck is Blake?" "Blake? Tell me—my dearest step-son—" he smirked making me frown, "I'm not your step son. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Somehow, she had already fired up a livestream. On camera, she began to cry. “Everyone, please listen! The power of money is terrifying. I’m just an ordinary girl. I have no money or connections. I can’t fight against them! “Not only did they refuse me any compensation, but now they’re trying to throw me in jail to silence me!” Her words instantly whipped up outrage in the chat. [Unbelievable! So they don’t even bother hiding it anymore? Why is it so hard for normal people to even defend themselves?!]

Like she’s still somewhere else entirely. ***************** At home, the silence feels heavier. I pour her a glass of wine and set it in front of her, but she doesn’t touch it. She just sits there on the couch, hands resting in her lap, eyes unfocused. “Talk to me,” I say, sitting beside her. “About what?” “About everything.” She lets out a slow breath. “I thought revenge would feel better than this.” “It never does.” Her head turns slightly toward me. “Then why do people do it?”

he said, his voice soft now, intimate, rehearsed just enough to sound sincere. “Renew your vows with me. Publicly. Freely. Let us begin again.” The room exploded into applause before I even spoke. They assumed the answer. They always did. --- The Silence I looked down at him. At the man who had silenced me in boardrooms. Who had chosen reputation over truth. Who had loved me conditionally. My voice didn’t shake when I spoke. “No.” The applause died mid-breath. Damian froze. “I won’t,” I continued calmly. “I won’t renew anything.”

“And then?” “Then, when he’s desperate and alone, you get your chance,” Silas said, his voice flat. “You challenge him. In front of everyone. For the crimes against your family, for stealing your daughter. It will look like a father’s rage. You kill him. I do crowd control, were I now claim his pack as the nearest strong Alpha. And you…” He glanced at me, his eyes dead. “You get your revenge, and you disappear. Back to whatever hole you crawled out of.”

For the way I had refused to back down, matching his intensity with my own, refusing to be the one who looked away first. But instead, he had given me something far worse than any punishment I had anticipated. Something more devastating than shouting, more painful than physical retribution, more maddening than any restriction he could have imposed. Silence. Complete, absolute silence. As if I had been erased from his world with surgical precision, excised from his life without leaving so much as a scar. And I wasn't sure if it was a deliberate punishment—a calculated move designed to break me in ways physical confrontation never could—or if he truly just didn't care. If I had been nothing mo

jessica: " do you want kicks from me or will you sleep silently??" elina: "fine.. don't kick me.. good night.. " jessica: "good night... " -----

"Now go. Make him pay for Zurich." ​Adrian stood up, his face instantly hardening back into the freezing, emotionless mask of the Ice Demon. He checked the magazine of his rifle, spun on his heel, and vanished silently into the thick, freezing fog of the Highlands, descending toward the castle walls like a shadow of death. ​Clara watched his black silhouette disappear, her fingers instantly returning to the keyboard. As the countdown on her screen began to tick down, she knew that the silence of Dunraven Castle was about to be shattered by the deadliest revenge the Highlands had ever seen.

Our eyes meet and he smiles brightly at me, and seemingly sensing my conclusion he relaxes into his seat. “So, this silence is a tad bit awkward...” He grins shyly as my stare fixes on him again. “Welcome home.” As the words left my lips his eyes widened in shock before relaxing, his lips curling once again into a beautiful smile. “It’s good to be back.” He replies, nodding his head. “Is it really? The old man’s going to kill you, you know.” “Oh, he’ll probably try.” He chuckles but as I raise my brow, he visibly becomes nervous and I sigh inwardly.

“Goodbye, Silas.” My poor father. “You thought you held the ace card, but you forgot that I was the one dealing the deck.” In the front row, Mavric smiled faintly as he sipped his champagne. He looked up, toward the gallery where Interpol officers were already standing by. The downfall of Silas White had begun, and this was merely the opening act of Liora’s true revenge. END OF CHAPTER 33.