The Retribution Novels & Stories

The woman staring back at me wasn’t Anastasiya Van Houten anymore… I was Valencia. She gave me her life. I had spent my entire life knowing exactly who I was. I had defined myself by the mission, by the kill. Relishing in the darkness like a demon. But now? I was something worse. Something stronger. My heart hardened. Malcom Reece had taken everything from us. And every single person who had played a part in our suffering—in Valencia’s suffering—would pay dearly. No mercy. No forgiveness. Only retribution. Valencia watched me for a long moment before she stood up, extending her hand to help me up.

There was no hope for a child born in the life of a rogue’s world. TRAVIS I left Oliver Cell, feeling smug and excited. I didn’t know what to expect from myself when I would finally once again come face to face with the man and wolf that caused me so much pain. For three years I had dreamt of killing Oliver. For three years I imagined what it would be like to hold his life in my hands. Now I finally had him, I didn’t want to kill him. I wanted to inflict the same pain on him as he had done to me. It wasn’t revenge, I wanted to serve that man; when I lived not once but twice after he had deemed to kill me. This was retribution. There’s a fine line between the two similar acts but a whole diff

I stood there for a moment, my expression blank. "Retribution." Then, slowly—I smiled. A smile that promised war. "It’s time to take back what’s mine."

“Slowly little boy. You need to be patient. Strike when no one is watching. First, you must build your oversight, grow in numbers, and motivate your champions. The mother is wicked and more competent than you can conceivably realize. So be aware and be vigilant.” “But how long will it take?” Cornelius asked. “Patience. I will let you know when the time comes.” Cornelius was disappointed. Retribution was vicious in his mouth, and he needed to spit it out as soon as possible, not suck on it for months. But the holy one knew better.

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"

Retribution was a cleaner calculus than the messy, uncertain game of espionage Sabatine was proposing. “He doesn’t deserve a path,” Anton finally growled, the words torn from him. “This isn’t about what he deserves,” Sabatine said, reaching out, his hand closing over Anton’s wrist where it lay clenched on the leather seat. The touch was an anchor. “This is about what you need. You need Silas gone. Not just inconvenienced. Gone. Finch can help you do that. Your anger… It's a weapon. But point it at the right target.”

“But at what cost?” The question lingered, rhetorical and heavy, as the SUV continued its smooth journey through the rain-soaked streets of New York. Cameron kept rubbing her arm gently, offering silent solidarity. Ronan looked forward again, his shoulders tense, clearly wrestling with his own guilt and the consequences that would ripple out from this night. In the back seat, Destiny Morgan, the woman who had orchestrated a meticulous revenge and built an empire on calculated power, felt for the first time in years that she might have truly lost control of the game she had been playing so masterfully.

Tears kept sliding down her face. The word “retribution” kept spilling from her lips. Before, she had never believed in it. She had never believed in something like retribution. But now, she did. Now, she truly believed it. In this world, retribution really did exist. “Yes. This is retribution.” Dora’s voice sounded from not far behind her. Summer turned back and looked at Dora, her chest tightening. At that moment, Dora’s eyes held a satisfaction Summer had never seen before.

And above the roar of the fire and the dizziness hitting me I saw her, my sister in the hands of my man , the man I dedicated my life to , the man I killed for. They stood together hand in hand in smiling so sweetly and I knew, it was them Fire swallowed everything: my room, my memories,the future I thought I had. My life flashed before my eyes and I realized how stupid I had been and I swore if there was a second chance I will be stronger. The last thing I saw was the ceiling collapsing ,and the last thing I felt was betrayal burning hotter than the flames. Then there was nothing. No pain. No sound. Just darkness.

me: " if you are Hayden LI.. and the great business man.. then why did you joined as my father assistant and married me.. " Hayden: " oh you want answer.. ask your dad.. oh I just forgot to say.. from now onwards you won't go out of here... fine let me tell me.. I just joined your father company.. to take my revenge... " Listening to this, I felt like my world collapsed... ' revenge... what revenge...!!!!'