The Lady Nun Vows Revenge Novels & Stories

His breath ghosts cold against my throat, right where those marks still burn in my memory. My eyes fly open. My face burns as I stare at the altar, my heart pounding. For one terrible second, I can still feel him—so real that I grip the altar for something solid to hold onto. “Get out of my head!” I shout. Every nun in the room gasps at once and drops back to their knees. “Demon!” Sister Roberta cries, already flinging holy water in my direction. “Get out, foul spirit, in the name of the Lord!”

This wasn't the Dante Salvatore who ruled through fear and cold precision. "Is this redemption from the Lord?" I continued, almost to myself now. "Was the nun that pure that her presence drove the demons that worry me away?" Silence. I picked up the glass again, swirling the whiskey. Watching it catch the light. "Il diavolo non merita redenzione, " I murmured. "Ma forse... forse il diavolo ha bisogno di un angelo per ricordargli cosa ha perso." The devil doesn't deserve redemption. But perhaps... perhaps the devil needs an angel to remind him what he's lost.

"The world believes you're dead. Your godfather's already reassigning your father's company. Your fiancé stood at a memorial accepting condolences for a wife he never actually married." The room tilts again, and this time it has nothing to do with my injuries. "You have to tell them I'm alive" "No." Sharp enough that I flinch. "Not yet. Not until you understand what you're walking back into. Not until I'm certain the people who did this don't finish the job the second they learn they failed the first time." Something in the way she says *did this to you flat, certain, without a shred of doubt tells me she knows more about that night than a stranger who happened to be on a riverbank at the ri

Disappointment? "Wrong answer." The knife flashed. I screamed. But the blade did not touch me. It sliced through the ropes binding Lila's wrists, and she tumbled forward, gasping. "Get up," Richard commanded. He hauled her to her feet with his free hand. "Look at your sister." Lila's eyes met mine, wild with fear and confusion. "This is the woman you were planning to betray," Richard said softly. "This is the woman whose husband you were going to seduce at the engagement party next week."

She then hit the call button and shouted in anger, "Where is the doctor?! The patient is injured again! Is this how you take care of a patient?!" After my hand was bandaged, I lowered my head and looked at my distorted hands. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Magnolia carefully took my hand and said, "Does it hurt? This is all my fault. Your hands have gotten worse again... Guess we have no choice but to postpone the wedding…" She truly was a good actress. I almost believed that she couldn't be the same woman who had killed my sister and was trying to destroy me. For one brief moment, I almost asked her whether I had ever crossed her in some way. Why was she doing this to me?

I said flatly, "I don't need your guarantees or promises. Lucille, we're done!" The finality in my voice clearly shook her. Her eyes reddened as she rushed forward to grab my hand, but Vivian shoved her away. "Don't touch him," snapped Vivian. She had received combat training from her father since childhood, and her skills were no less than Lucille's, who had been a mercenary. Lucille refused to give up and tried to fight back, but Vivian grabbed her wrist and skillfully pushed her to the ground. Lucille sat slumped on the floor, her voice choked with tears. "Spencer... You're just trying to make me angry, aren't you? There's no way you'd leave me and marry this woman. I don't believe it!"

The lady spat at her instead of yielding to her warnings. Diana took a step forward and suddenly her eyes glinted coldly. "You really want to get me provoked do you?" "You had better vent your anger on the Wakin's who sent you to prison and subdued your parents into a life of slavery and not me.. I'm not the cause of your-" Bam! A slap! The indecently dressed young lady didn't complete her sentence before she was sent flying with that single slap. The slap was so resounding that it startled everyone in the wedding hall. Including Wakin's.

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.

Do you want a life of revenge. Now the person that said all those to her became clear to her a lady who turned her back at Ellen as she spoke to her. She clearly remembered how the place was, it was a resemblance of hell if not hell, as hot as the sun, with fire surrounding it but though it doesn't touch anyone. 'A life of thorough revenge, a life of severe revenge, a life of...' She was still trying to explain to her when the lady then raised her hands and pointed her Index finger on Ellen before she shouted ,

who are you? Suddenly, the crying ceases as she raises her hand to look Maura in the eye. Her entire face is covered with blood, emitting a frightening aura and horrifying look as if she's been brought right out of a horror film. "They…" the lady cries, "they did this to me." She reaches out to Maura and grabs her hand. "They did this to us…" she cries more. "Us?" Maura questions with confusion, struggling to get her hand off her. "We have to get revenge, we need to get revenge.