Sweet Vengeance Book Novels & Stories

My arms encircled the armrest. "Then we're on borrowed time." "What are we going to do? Vincenzo will kill us if he finds out anything" I met her gaze. "Survive. First and foremost." She quietly slipped away, and I remained silent. Later, strolling about the villa, I found myself in front of the library. Its lights were still on. I went in. Vincenzo was lying on the sofa. A book in his lap. Asleep. The fire crackled next to him. His head lolled against the armrest, his face relaxed, vulnerable. No monster now. Only a man. There was a tightening in my chest. One I did not wish to identify. Because I wasn't meant to feel anything. Yet the distinction between hunter and prey had vanished. And I

Olivia's POV The news slammed into me like a rogue alpha at a mating ceremony. It was unexpected, leaving me breathless with a kind of anger I hadn't known I possessed. Declan wasn't dead. The silver and wolfsbane hadn't done their job. My carefully laid plans had failed. A feral growl ripped from my throat, a sound more suited to a cornered wolf than a lady of my caliber. But refinement was a flimsy excuse these days, barely concealing the hunger for vengeance that dwelt at my insides.

I kept thinking about my father screaming at me to run, the fire spreading across Silverveil, and my sister disappearing into the flames. My hands shook and I clenched them into fists. I would kill him. I would take his life and give it back to my family. I didn’t know how yet, but I would. A life for a life. That was the only justice left. I noticed the stack of books still sitting where the maids placed them earlier. Every one of them had Stephen’s name written somewhere on the cover. He made sure his face and his achievements were everywhere. He wanted people to worship him.

“But fire cannot erase me.” The safehouse crumbled, beams collapsing, screams fading into silence. And in the crackling of the flames, I swore vengeance. Not just against the world that thought me dead. Not just against Damien Alaric, who I knew would one day stand in my way. But against Serena Vale my blood, my traitor, my obsession. She lit the fire. I would make sure it consumed her too.

She did the same for him. One evening, as they walked through the city, Grace noticed a small bookstore she had never seen before. They went in on impulse. The space was narrow, warm, filled with the smell of paper and dust. Grace wandered the aisles slowly. She picked up a novel, then another. She realized she had not read fiction in months. Everything she consumed had been functional. Informational. Necessary. She chose a book without overthinking it. At home later, she read until midnight. The story was ordinary, human, unresolved. She loved it. When she closed the book, she felt something shift. She was no longer only responding to the world. She was engaging with it for pleasure again.

The only person who can tell us the only thing that can kill Lucinda is the one who wrote that book. "From the maiden I met years ago, if I am not mistaken her name is Samantha." That stopped my world for a moment. Why doesn't it always end with a connection between us? Why do I feel like it has been planned before? If we have the same Samantha in mind then I need to find her again inside the Silver wolf pack. The last I have been trying to forget was only coming to me again. Trying to knock on the door I sealed many years ago. "If Samantha really wrote that book then she knew Lucinda personally since she knew what is the weakness of that witch.

"Trust me, Princess, if I could erase the last thirty seconds, I would. But we have bigger problems than a kiss neither of us wanted." "Daughter-in-law Serafine." My head snapped toward the voice and there he was. The man who'd ordered my death, standing in a tailored suit like he belonged in a cathedral. Godfather Dominic Ventura. His eyes swept over me, cataloging. Amused. Like I was something he hadn't decided whether to keep or discard. "The wedding stream cut out. Shame. I missed the rest." "Technical glitch," Zavier answered flatly. "You look... well." Dominic's gaze lingered. "Healthy."

Lucien was a dog to her. I leaned back, breathing out slowly through my nose. “You stole from him. You insulted his memory. You treated me like filth… because you thought you could.” Now that I had the data, the plan began to arrange itself like puzzle pieces snapping into place. I didn’t need Valerio. I didn’t need love. I didn’t need anyone. I needed revenge. And I would do it the way I was engineered to do everything…precisely, ruthlessly, effectively.

But I would make them both pay, I had a plan to make them both pay for everything they took from me, Isabella would learn that she should never have betrayed me and Alexander should never have sought revenge against me, I would teach them the lesson of their lives, if any of them were still alive when I was done. The death of his father would be a sacrifice that he would have liked to pay without complaining for when I finished with them, he would understand that if his father was dead it was not because of me, but because his heart was already bad and he could not bear his failure to be so stupid as to let himself be swindled by me, for being so useless as to not know how to cope, but now I