Sweet Vengeance Book Novels & Stories

I had waited, patient as stone, until the day I was strong enough to walk into the heart of my enemy's kingdom without trembling. Mom. Dad. I've come to avenge you. A determined smile crossed my lips, sharp and humorless. Nothing would stop me tonight — not even if it cost me my own life in the process. I had made peace with that a long time ago. My senses caught movement before I heard it — a shift in the air, the faint scent of leather and steel drifting on the breeze. I slipped behind a marble pillar carved with golden wolves mid-howl, ancient kings kneeling beneath them in tribute, and pressed my back to the cold stone. Footsteps. Voices. Getting closer, unhurried, easy — the walk of men

“ Antonio , please think this through . “ said Valeria . “ Are you asking me to think this through ? Valeria , how about you consider my situation a bit as my friend and my ally ? “ said Antonio with a cold tone . “ Because we are your friends , we are worried about you . “ said Alex . “ Thank you very much for your worry Alex but it won’t be necessary . This is the moment of my revenge and I won’t stop unless I get what I have been working so hard for . “ said Antonio with a serious tone . He understood his friends’ worries but he had enough of this whole situation . He had stabilised the power that was in his hands . Now was the best time for him to act . “ All done ! “ said Antonio then t

"Yes. We'll help you, pathetic little creature that you are. But not because I wish to help you. Because of what you'll do to repay me." The things I'll have you doing. Chest heaving, fire lit her eyes at his provocation. Enraged that he'd dare propose such a bargain. Dare make demands on her. Go ahead, be mad. That'll just make this vengeance all the sweeter. Disseus remembered his own rage. "What lengths are you willing to go to, to save your son. For your revenge?" He asked the question directly. Forcing her to answer the question just as bluntly.

​I didn't give a damn about their empty, pathetic threats. ​In my first life, I had died because I was pathetic. I had died because I foolishly trusted the hollow kindness of others, paralyzed by a naive, suffocating fear. But now? I was a cold-blooded tactician reborn from the very depths of hell itself. I had clawed my way back to life for one reason only: vengeance. I would never again allow a single soul, or any twisted trial system, to look down on my existence. ​Suddenly, a massive, burning-hot hand clamped around my waist from behind, gripping me with a brutal, terrifying possessiveness.

“I think you’re stupid enough to steal from the Delgados.” His finger flexed on the trigger guard. “Tell me why.” “Because you burned my past. Because you stamped ash across everything I loved, and because your notebook might prove it.” She wanted to utter these words so badly, but she didn't. Instead she said, “I wanted to know who I work for.” “Curiosity gets maids fired.” “Bullets splatter,” she reminded. A tense beat. Then he exhaled; frustration, not relief. “Put the book down,” he repeated.

My knuckles were torn open, my knife slick with blood but there was a dangerous calm in my movements, like a wolf after a kill, already scenting the next sign of weakness. I wasn’t the strategist tonight. Not the brother, not the shadow at Luca’s side. Tonight, I was the beast beneath the suit. The one they whispered about when they spoke of retribution. The one the Circle watched from the corner of their eyes, wondering if they’d ever be able to leash me. And now? They had every reason to fear. They tried to kill my lover. It echoed in my mind with every broken neck, every scream I silenced with a blade to the ribs or throat,every life I ended with perfect precision. I’d bled for my family.

I know I have touched his nerve. “So stop this act and don’t waste our time. Because you know I am not useless as you. I have a business and also a pack to manage.” I say like I am talking to him casually. “Even you kill me I will die along with your mate.” He says and opens the safety lock of the gun. That makes my blood boil. I get up using my werewolf speed and bend his hand toward him and press the trigger. The bullet pierces through his stomach and his hand in the gun gets loosened.

The metal gleamed silver in the dappled sunlight. "I'm sorry, Princess," he said, his voice genuinely regretful. "I can't let you take this... person... home." He pointed the blade at Zara, not me. Something inside me snapped awake, primitive and violent. The kill instinct that had been whispering in my head suddenly roared to life. Not against Zara, who had shown me kindness, but against this man who threatened her. I didn't know what happened next. One moment the dagger was gleaming in his hand, the next I was touching the blade and it was melting. The metal dissolved like ice under a blowtorch, pooling into silver liquid that dripped through his fingers onto the forest floor.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it