Sweet Vengeance Book Novels & Stories

“And what of Renz? That boy has been breathing too long. You know as well as I do—he cost us more than anyone else ever has. Her words were blunt. I let them sit a second, then stood. The room felt colder. I walked toward her and lowered my voice. “Do you think Renz will go down easy?” I asked. “He’s dangerous. Men like him don’t just die quietly. They fight back.” She didn’t answer. Her face showed she was both afraid and sure. I poured a glass of red wine and held it up. “He won’t vanish. He will hurt. He will watch what he loves burn. Only then will I crush him. Piece… by piece.” I drank slowly, watching her. “To vengeance,” I murmured. “The only thing in this world worth surviving for.”

, Cassie chuckled "Get out." "Cassie..." "Get out!!! I said get out!!!" Sarah shuddered and immediately grabbed her bag. Before leaving she glanced at Cassie and said, "I'm sorry" After she left, Cassie slumped into her chair. She put her head in her hands and exhaled. She knew she shouldn't have yelled at Sarah like that. She was only trying to help. But she couldn't help it. The truth was, Cassie was feeling really bad. She felt really awful. She had read through the file her private investigator had given her. And she realized there were somethings about her mother she didn't know. So many things. It made her feel she wasn't a good daughter to her when she was alive. Now that she was dead

Chapter 3: Uncle John, the Mafia Don ~Steve’s POV~ Before heading to my mansion I had told Liam to stay with me for the time you find a house of yours. So he agreed and we reached my mansion after driving for a while. “So you think it’s appropriate to revenge his daughter, huh?” he looked at me expressionlessly “well her dad killed my parents for a stupid debt and ruined my whole life by sending me to jail for murdering my own parents” he shouted

The monster who turned me into an orphan and left me to be raised by a ruthless uncle with no kindness in his bones. I had spent years sharpening my claws for this training, bleeding, waiting for the day I could sink my fangs into his throat. How could I stand here, pretending to vow forever, when vengeance burned in my blood? “No.” I tore the veil from my head, my decision hardening like steel. “I won’t belong to anyone. Not until his blood stains my hands.” Veyra paled, panic flashing in her hazel eyes. “Sylvara, the silver-clad enforcers are outside. You can’t just run. Your uncle will kill us both.”

It looked like a human, anything in mortal form I suppose, and was large and broad in stature. “I am human,” the book snarled. “I am vengeance. The wolves took everything from me. They took my wife, my child, but they will not take me. I will enslave them all and kill them off one by one… the world will know my need for revenge is undying.” I shuddered, blinking back petrified tears. “Close the book, Justin, please!” My mate marched forward.

And I felt something rising in my chest that was enormous and burning and had nowhere to go, and I didn't try to contain it. "I want to destroy them," I said. "Every single one of them. I want —" "Ivonne," Thorin said sharply. "Stop. Look at me." I couldn't look at him. I could only look at Seraphina, who was watching me with those steady, ancient eyes, and I said, "How do I get revenge? Tell me. Whatever it takes." "Ivonne, don't —" Thorin started. "Tell me," I said again, directly to the girl.

Believing I was saving the kingdom from your wrath. But when the fire rose, it wasn’t your screams that haunted me. It was your silence. That silence never left me, Serina. You have every right to hate me. Every right to end me. But if you still have mercy in you the kind I destroyed then let me die knowing that you lived free from the ghost I made of you. You once said vengeance doesn’t heal; it only burns slower. I know that now. Forgive me, not for my sake, but for yours.”

The same green liquid bubbled and smelled, but she cared not. " I see you found out the truth, your aura of goodness has left you" the seer says smiling. Annabelle stares at the woman. She looked disgusting. Her teeth had gotten more rotten than it was the last time she came. "Here is your book of spells, I was instructed to give this to you" the seer picks up a lengthy book of leather covering stretching it over to Annabelle. Annabelle stares at the book for some moments. A gift from someone. Well whoever it was, she cared not.