Sophias Revenge Novels & Stories

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

"But now, on top of everything else, I also want her to stay alive. I want to find out who did this to her..." "What for?" Sophia's voice echoed low and everyone turned towards the bed. Her eyes were open, her expression tired. "It won't change what happened." She's said it before, the other three men aren't happy, but I see the point. "You want revenge... As if that would ease the pain I felt..." She let out an ironic laugh and then coughed, and I could see blood coming out. It was the blood Khalid had given her. "Soph..." Perseus starts to speak, but the woman raises her hand. Hyperion is at her side, helping her clean up the blood.

Sophia chased me up the stairs with a deathly grin and dark blood streaming from her eyes, leading me to believe she may not make it through the night. She was brought back to life by Lazarus solely so that she could be used in this foolish conflict. I halted and cast a quick glance her way. "Sophia, listen to me. Don't let Lazaro, or any of them, trick you! They're only using you for the battle, and you won't make it through the night. Killing me will do nothing. You should definitely kill Lazaro!" “I can’t kill my own father!” she screamed at me. “Yes, you can. Go there, and attack them. You’ll die tonight by fighting the wrong fight….”

She whispered to her own self. "What?" He asked her loud and clear. "So you are from that mafia gang, Stalza." She screamed on top of her lungs since she was scared. And to her reaction, the men around her pushed their ammunitions further to her throat. "Hehe," his eyes lit up, "That's right princess. I am from that dirty mafia gang everyone is talking about." He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world,

"You will undo everything you've done to yourself, Sophia. Or so help me, if you go feral, I will kill you with my bare hands" ******************************************

In Amanda's eyes now only the silhouette of Gregori remained. The two of them did not expect that, in the mirror outside the door, a figure of a woman in a white shirt was looking at them angrily. The woman with gray-green skin, black hair falling down to her back, shed blood-red tears of hatred. The ghost slowly stepped out of the mirror, lurking outside the door, causing all the electricity in the house to flicker as if the power was so high that it could burn at any time. But a cold breath from the door filled the place where the two were sitting. Is this a ghost who died due to hatred, so he hates any happy couple?

He took her little hands to his palms. “Miss, my master is a truly great hero. I can swear on the honour of a soldier of black dragon army*, he never betrayed our country. He was framed by someone and that person is the true betrayer.” He told little girl the truth. She slowly stopped sobbing and he continued. “That person and his people killed your family. Miss has to avenge your family. So, miss must eat and be strong” Little girl seemed to get his point. Wang Wei felt the lifeless little hands which were in his palms become stiffened. She stopped crying. She wiped up her tear-filled eyes and face. She sat up properly.

“I want him to trust Vivianne, trust the investors, and believe the signing will give him everything he's been working toward.” I looked back at him. “Then we'll know exactly what can make that confidence collapse.” A maid eventually arrived to tell us that lunch was ready. Julian asked what I wanted to eat, but I shrugged. “Anything is fine. I'm not really hungry.” He gave me a look. “You're eating.” I raised an eyebrow. “Are you giving me orders now?” “No,” he replied. “I'm reminding you that revenge is difficult on an empty stomach.” I laughed before I could stop myself.

Sophia said. Pause. “I found out ten minutes ago,” Ryan said. “She rejected him.” Sophia laughed. Sharp. “Rejected him,” she repeated. “So now we have two people trying to kill us.” “Don’t say that,” Ryan said. “What else do I call it, Ryan,” Sophia snapped. “Elena wants revenge. Voss wants blood. And we’re in the middle.” Silence. “Do you need anything,” Ryan asked. “No,” Sophia said. “Don’t call me at work.”

‎"I know how that feels." ‎ ‎Michael turned toward her. ‎For the first time... ‎He wasn't looking at Vivian Salvatore ‎He was looking at a woman who had survived betrayal. ‎A woman carrying wounds. Wounds she refused to show anyone. ‎ ‎"You've changed." ‎ ‎Vivian raised an eyebrow. ‎"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" ‎ ‎"You don't run anymore." ‎ ‎She smiled bitterly. ‎"Running never saved anyone." ‎ ‎Their eyes met again.