The Revenge Of Seven Book Novels & Stories

He was too quiet. Revenge wasn’t rage — it was strategy. And no one strategized like Damian Hart. He stared out at the skyline again, at the world she loved, and whispered, “Let’s see how well you stand without me.” Zariah’s POV By noon, her world was cracking. The first call came from her head of finance — one of the quiet, nervous types who never called unless the numbers screamed. “Zariah, there’s a pattern,” he said. “Withdrawals, liquidations. Not public yet, but… it’s spreading.”

Embers of their revolutionary guts reignited as the faux obedience faded. Seven minds restored to themselves. Seven wolves restored to their appetite for wonder and defiance and will. Davin looked on in horror as years of painstaking work dissolved before his eyes within minutes. His face contorted with rage and disbelief. He had been so sure this would work. So sure his plan was beyond reproach.

He said. “Who hasn't?" I muttered "my parents ruined his life, his parents killed my parents and we turned out to be mates. It's all a big, hot mess. I came here wanting revenge for my parents, even took some drastic measures, only to find out my parents were the villain in the story. Then came the question, do I continue chasing revenge or do I finally allow myself to have a bit of happiness? For a while, I felt so guilty about choosing him over my parents’ revenge but I just so tired of holding on to the hate. Hate is a huge burden to hold on to for a long period of time.” I sighed.

He roars in Vince's face. "No..no she wanted it brother, I swear" Vince splutters as his eyes begin to dart around the room watching the other members as they all move to stand behind my father and myself. "The blood on her, the cuts and tears indicate otherwise" Zak says chillingly. "It wasnt the first time was it Vince: I tell him coldly, "my poor ma knew to set up a camera." "You bastard" my father whispers before dropping Vince to the floor and moving in quickly, kicking him hard with his steel-toe boots.

That was the plan. Then revenge.

Seven renewal certificates. Every single one had my signature and Corbin's. A note from Maya was clipped to the top: "He thought collecting all seven would summon you back like some kind of twisted fairy tale." I stared at the documents, and a slow smile spread across my face. Fated mates? If seven rejections could still be called fate, then nothing in this world was an accident. I gently pressed the call button on the phone. "How may I help you?" the bellhop asked, returning quickly.

Handle with care. “Open it carefully,” V advised. Anna’s hands trembled as she broke the seal. Inside were documents that connected her father to an intricate web of power, betrayal, and ambition she had never imagined. Names of people she recognized, and others she didn’t, formed a network of alliances, debts, and threats. The Orlov empire was not just wealthy—it was dangerous, calculating, and ruthless. Hours passed as she pored over the papers, piecing together hidden motives, secret agreements, and forgotten promises. Each discovery brought more questions than answers, each revelation a new layer of danger.

"I want three days. Give me everything on Blue Moon—their illegal suppressants, the back-alley surgeries, and exactly how they've been draining the pockets of the poor through medical fraud. I want them to spit out every cent they've stolen, along with a side of blood. As for that accomplice from the Glen Pack... do whatever you want with them." "Got it!" Seven nodded enthusiastically. He tucked an ultra-thin laptop under his arm and vanished into the LA night like a ghost. Nobody would have guessed that this kid was "7"—the genius hacker who had brought the global banking system to its knees three years ago. Seven had always carried a look of natural aggression. Because he'd experienced an

"A loud noise in the office archive room yesterday triggered a flashback. I remembered something from my past…seven years ago. I saw a burning house, and I saw a tall man standing in the shadows watching my family die. I need to remember who he is. I need to know the truth." She stood up, walking over to wrap her hands around his empty mug, her tone turning firm but gentle. "But you need to rest up first. Go back, sleep, and once you're fully recovered, I will sit down and explain everything to you. Then, you can help me." Christopher didn't stand up. He looked up at her from the sofa, his pale face looking incredibly vulnerable. "Can't I just stay over tonight?" Christopher asked softly. “C