Sweet Vengeance Book Novels & Stories

Maybe everything I'm experiencing right now with my real parents is my punishment for trying to break a family apart. I'm so worlds away from that girl, I still can't believe I carried that vengeance in my heart. I was lying awake most of the night, my head tucked in the crook of Alonso's neck with his breathing softly rustling my hair, and all I could think of was how I did him wrong. I had sex with his brothers, the same brothers whom he shared a womb with, and who means the world to him. And even years later, when I saw them again, I still had this pull towards them. I don't know why it feels like it's dwindling all of a sudden, but it doesn't take away from the fact that I felt it.

The need for vengeance. "Shoot him in the head," I ordered casually, like I was asking him to pass the salt. "Waste the rest of the board members too, since he's clearly useless. We'll start fresh." "NO!" Victor's scream was raw, desperate. "Wait, wait, I have the white book!" I paused, raising an eyebrow with a smirk "Do you now?" "Yes! I swear, I have it, but it's not with me. I'm not stupid enough to keep it close."

bloom. The thing about vengeance is you can dress it however you like but at the heart of it there’s always this animal satisfaction: the exact moment when someone who has hidden rot is forced to smell it. I sank back a little. The darkness in me hummed, pleased. The part of me that loved Alessia breathed a little harder, because this could cause problems for her. But the animal in me sung a different song, one that salivated at the idea of Remo’s blood on my hands.

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.

Damon choked, trying one last, pathetic attempt to break Vladimir’s focus with a taunt about my vulnerability. Words. Lies. Noise. He is noise. He is irrelevant. The only truth is the steel in my hand and the debt in my soul. Irina. Isabella. Children. The sequence of vengeance is simple. Kill the threat. Protect the future. Vladimir didn't answer. He drove his knee into Damon’s kidney with brutal, controlled force. Damon bucked, his body arching in immediate, agonizing surrender. Vladimir released the crushing embrace only to lash out with his combat knife.

The path to freedom was clear and direct. In murderous rage, I pierced my claws into the palm of my right hand, hovered it over the last remaining shreds of the book and watched Vincent's eyes glaze over with tears. I uttered a single word, "Burn." And the book caught on fire the moment drops of my blood from the cut I made on my palm came into contact with it. In Vincent's absentmindedness, with his gaze still pinned on the burning book, everything slowed down before me. I moved faster than the law of time permitted, over to where he knelt with a sorrowful expression as he watched the remains of the book become ash.

Selene pressed her hands over her ears, rocking slightly, but the voice dug deeper, merciless. “You’ve been blind, Selene. Blind and weak. And the longer you pretend otherwise, the longer you remain his fool.” “No!” Her voice broke, but the denial rang hollow, even to her own ears. The woman’s eyes blazed with something darker than anger. “Your husband betrayed you with Scarlett Vale. The only question left is what you’re going to do about it.” “That’s not the truth! Stop it!” Selene panted, dragging her hands down her face and through her hair, her breath ragged.

“It was because I am a selfish man, Travis simply wanted to get back at me.” “I see…” He massaged his chin softly. “Somehow Valentina got herself involved in a love triangle, between best friends.” “That is not important right now.” I scolded and he flushed beet red, “Do you know the book Valentina always likes reading?” “Um…” He went into deep thought for a while, and then he shrugged. “I know she reads a lot of books, but I haven’t actively, tried to look at her book.” “There is this particular book, she loved to read, it’s a plain white book, and the title is Valentine’s Day.” I narrated taking the next five minutes of my time to describe just how the book looks. “The author’s name was Gu

I ran my finger down the hilt. “You want death?” I whispered to the silence. “Then I will give you extinction. I will be sure that each and everyone that chose to defy me is going to learn their lesson. I'm not going to wake up, not again, and if it is love that I need to fight against, then it is what I'm going to do.” And when Damon opens that letter… he’ll know. He’ll know this isn’t politics anymore. This is vengeance. This is blood. This is the beginning of the end.