Silent Revenge Novels & Stories

Chapter 10 — The Cost of Silence ~LORENZO~ The room was a ticking time bomb. Luciana stood like a ghost resurrected, her presence cutting through the air sharper than the blade Matteo once held to Giovanni’s throat. Dressed in black with her head held high, she was the embodiment of every buried secret and every sin I tried to outrun. My mother. The woman I had sworn to forget. The woman who chose silence over justice. My fingers curled into a fist at my side.

“What if he recognizes me? My parents… he knew them well.” “He knew the girl you were,” I said. “But look at you now. You are hardened by the dungeons, sharpened by grief. He won’t look for the daughter of his victims, he’ll look for a tool he can use, or a casualty he can ignore. Use that. Let him believe you are exactly what he wants you to be.” I stepped back, signaling to the shadows of the room. Silas emerged from the corner, his presence as silent and immovable as the mountain itself. He held a small, velvet-lined box.

“ Evil, like a darkness lurking deep within my soul. It takes over piece by piece until it consumes you entirely, leaving nothing but darkness. It turns you into someone you don’t want to be. Your thoughts and actions are no longer your own.” I watched him closely as he explained, hearing the fear in his voice. I felt a pang of sympathy. He seemed in so much pain. Without realizing it, I placed my hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. He looked up, startled. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he reached out, taking it back and staring deep into my eyes. It seemed he wanted to say something but decided against it and looked away. “ Sorry,” he said, releasing my hand and sulking back into

Her aura was cold, her instincts unpredictable. "I heard something about Silence. He kills his enemies in a unique way. He destroys them without them even knowing," Tatiana placed a hand on his shoulder. "Does that ring a bell, uncle?" she whispered, watching as Tristan tried to piece together the puzzle. "Allow me to show you a secret. It wasn't easy to get ahold of this," Tatiana said and signaled for the guard to come closer. The guard pulled out a tablet and clicked on a video. Tristan squinted as the video played.

She will become unusually calm, her panic will reduce and her emotional reactions will feel slightly dull. That’s why it’s called Vermilion Silence. It quiets the nervous system before shutting the body down. And finally, she is going to die. That's the Retribution of knowing too much about the organization I was once in her situation too. Savannah declared, cleaning her eyes with the back of her hands. “So sorry dear, you must have suffered a lot” Bryan consoled, pulling her into a hug. They turned back to walk out when she suddenly fell on her knees. “My legs felt numb, can you just help me to my room!?”. She cried out.

“By the time everything was uncovered, the matter had already been handled.” “Handled,” Kailen repeated darkly. Silvio leaned his head back slightly against the chair. “You’ve spent years chasing revenge,” he said quietly. “Years building hatred around a story you never fully understood.” The words landed like knives. Kailen’s breathing changed. Slower. Heavier. “You expect me to believe that?” he asked. Silvio’s gaze was almost amused now. “Revenge blinds people,” he continued calmly. “It makes them feel righteous. Powerful.” His eyes darkened slightly. “But mostly… It makes them stupid.”

he says. She turns the detonator toward him. “You get one word before I take your mouth off the list of problems.” “Wrong charges.” Her smile does not move. “That was two.” “You blow the ring, the stack drops into the trench but the backup arrays vent upward. Silas survives in the network and calls it sabotage. You kill the ones you wanted to avenge and leave him with a martyr story.” One of Renn’s fighters shifts. Good. Doubt travels faster than loyalty when explosives are involved.

Wolves Nicole trusted or at least tried to. The silence after their plotting was worse than the words themselves. She heard their footsteps retreat, the scrape of the chamber door closing, and then nothing but her own heart hammering against her ribs. Elara didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her body felt rooted, her mind warring with itself. Tell Nicole, stay silent, she kept debating. She had lived her whole life by silence. The quiet girl. The overlooked one. The shadow in the corner. It had kept her safe when whispers turned cruel, when the weight of others’ power pressed too heavily for her to resist. If she went to Nicole now,.if she spoke she would no longer be invisible. She would be marked

It was tempting until the edge of the temptation showed teeth. ~"~ The interior of the Rathbone SUV was unnervingly silent as Lena kept her eyes on Jeremy as he drove through Seattle's sleeping streets, the cityscape melting away into dense woods and sprawling estates. “You want answers,” Jeremy said, breaking the silence. “But the truth in this town is buried beneath layers of lies and blood. And some secrets... well, some secrets protect those who wield power.” Lena swallowed hard, gripping her camera tighter. “I’m not afraid.” Jeremy’s eyes flicked to her, something almost like respect shining through the storm of menace.

Palpable silence flush the entire way leading to our bedroom but amidst the silence was faint whispers I was ignorant about. Opening the door, life slapped me hard on my cheek. My bags reflexively fall off my hands. I blinked. Shut my eyes. Open them again. Keaton was on the bed, stacked naked with my secretary in the office, Camellia. She was riding Keaton and moaning irritatedly until the Interruption. “ Rachael” Keaton’s breath trembled as he pushed Camilla off him. Disbelieving what my eyes saw, I immediately left the room without a single word.