Romans & histoires The Rebirth Of Noble Revenge

I don’t reply and he sucks in a breath, and I hear him head to the door. “Good night.” He says quietly. I don’t reply. The door opens and I close my eyes as it shuts with a small snap. I drop onto the sofa, gripping the edges as I hang my head. Atticus has an almost identical birthmark. There are three points. The Sublime Triquetra… Repercussion, Retribution and Redemption. The Sable Triquetra… Revenge, Retribution and Rebirth Trifecta needed to purge the world.

A bone-piercing pain came from the back of my hand and I screamed. "What is the matter with you, Madam?" came the voice of the maid's inquiry outside the door. "Do you really think death is the best revenge?" I put the bottle of poison carefully on the table and turned to look at him. "You hate him for killing the woman you love, and I hate his ruthlessness. The best revenge for him shouldn't be his death, but his wife's death. We should let him watch Sibyl die in front of his eyes." "Not only is Sibyl not dead, she's having a baby. How long can you stay in the harem?" The man said sarcastically.

I smirked, my thumb tracing the scar hidden beneath my robe—a jagged line from hip to rib, a permanent reminder of the fall that should have killed me. "Well, you know what they say Dad... When you want to destroy a kingdom, you don’t attack the walls. You make the king destroy it from within.” There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and I could tell he was trying to make sense of my words. Then he said, “Meaning?” "Meaning," I began, my eyes narrowing, the vision of my revenge unfolding in my mind, "To get my revenge on the Grants, I first need to make Nathaniel fall in love with Solane Blackwood. Only then can I use him to destroy both him and his mother.”

I know my father's death wasn't an accident, and the people involved are going to pay dearly. They'll regret the day they were born. This won't be a simple revenge—it'll be the most entertaining game in history. Highly satisfying for me, but a fucking nightmare for them. 'We're bringing back medieval punishments, modernized.' It's going to be super fun—too fun, if you ask me. Author: Have you ever felt like someone could read your soul with just one look? What would you do if pain became the driving force behind the perfect revenge? Nefertary isn’t your average girl, and her game is just beginning.

As the jet took off, piercing through the storm clouds on its way toward Scotland, Gabriel finally began to speak. His voice came through the cabin intercom cold, flat, and devoid of any emotion. “Mavric, do you truly believe your father was some kind of hero trying to protect you?” Gabriel began, launching straight into a psychological assault. Julian Thorne created the Rebirth Programme not to save the world. He built it simply because he could never accept the reality of Catherine’s death. He intended to use Liora’s biometric data to implant Catherine’s memories into a new vessel.

She looked up at Gabriel, her eyes locking onto his with a fierce determination. "I won't marry him," she declared, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her veins. Her mother's face turned red with rage. "You will do as you're told, Ashley! You're nothing but a burden to this family, and this is the best you'll ever get!" Ashley's brothers jeered and catcalled, their cruel words raining down on her like a storm. But she stood firm, her heart pounding in her chest. In that moment, Ashley knew she had to escape. She had to find a way out of this nightmare, no matter the cost. Little did she know, her fate was already sealed, and the journey ahead would be filled with pain, heartb

She had been showing her vulnerability too often, portraying a weaker person, making them see her like someone who couldn't fight for herself regardless of what they would do to her. However, Loretta continued, “Huh! Well, sobbing will complicate the matter. You are pregnant and you have two things to look up to, your baby and the Kingdom. Whoever is trying to contend with you, has to face your wrath. You need to come back as the revengeful hybrid queen you ought to be.” Loretta said and then exited the room, allowing Jasmine to ponder on her words Jasmine's heart held her words and her mind kept pondering over it.

The memory brought his blood to a furious boil. ".....That bastard! Right when I was about to win he cheats...and then he's REBORN! The fuck are those odds!?" As he thought of the absurdity of it all he couldn't help but clench his jaw and ball his fist in anger. This seemed to grab Prof. Callista's attention. "You wanna tell me what happened?" She asked with a look of concern while her eyes stayed focused on her work. "That filthy meathead cheated and the System seemed to reward him for it by giving him an early Rebirth..and a RARE Class rebirth at that...dammit!!" He roared— slightly from pain in his ribs and mostly from jealousy.

“It’s because you’ve never suffered such a major setback in front of a woman before. You might have a little admiration and hatred toward me. You might be eager to conquer me now. Compared to just getting revenge on a woman, conquering her and then destroying her cruelly gives you more satisfaction and fulfills the twisted feelings in your heart. Charity stared at him calmly. “You even treat me as your private property.” Chester was taken aback. His gaze gradually darkened. “Your analysis is pretty interesting.” “Chester, you have to accept a fact. I’m not the Eliza you could simply control in the past or any other woman. I’m Reborn. From the day I truly started competing against you, I knew

“Hazel, do not pretend this is about principle. You simply refuse to yield.” “And if I refuse?” I asked. He leaned closer, lowering his voice, as though offering me a secret kindness rather than an insult. “In your last life, you wanted nothing more than to bear my child. You never did. If you agree to my terms now, I will grant you what you failed to have before—a child of your own.” For a split second, the world seemed to tilt. Had he been reborn as well? The certainty in his eyes confirmed it. He knew I had once loved him enough to bleed for him.