Tokyo Revenger Author Novels & Stories

She gave her a gentle nod. A silent encouragement to speak. Ria took a deep breath. Then she began telling them everything she knew. From the mysterious app… To the very first time she entered this world as Charlotte…Her death and her second return to revenge… And also Becoming powerful… Only to discover that nothing had truly changed. “I’m still trapped.” She whispered bitterly. “Every Split and every version of me…” “I’ve even lived once as your child.” She looked toward Serene. Serene instinctively wrapped both hands around her stomach and took a slow step backward.

The sympathy Camille felt a moment ago was long gone. Warriors came closer in case anyone would like to attack their Queen. - I can see you are doing great. - Camille smirked. Her words made a few witches hiss, but she did not bother to look at them. - You had your fair share in bringing us to this state. - The witch who spoke about revenge looked at her. - I am sorry, but who are you? - Camille glanced at her with curiosity. This one could be the most dangerous. - Callista. - There was a short answer.

well, the rest would be their decision. She would bear the cost of everything. It was an invitation to thank you for services rendered free on behalf of her detective. He was determined: that night he would eat Olegario Rey! This time, Valeria would become the cannibal of the city. As the horrific murders occurred, Olegario Rey's concerns about being relieved of the investigation, given its lack of results, made him a depressive and strange being, even for Valeria, who was hopelessly in love with him. He was and in what way! And what was most incredible: she was dominated by that toy of Olegario's: his little newborn boy's cock. She didn't even understand it herself! The handsome macho foun

"Fine. I'll go back with you. I hope this gift of yours is worth it." Charles caught the corner of my sleeve, his eyes clouded with worry and confusion. I held his hand, gave it a gentle pat, and told him with one look that I was fine. The way we moved in quiet harmony only stoked the jealousy burning in Gary's bloodshot eyes. He had no right to question it, so he lowered his head in pain. I returned to the country with him. Secretly, I switched on a livestream and descended into the basement. There, I looked at Lucy, her face bearing scars identical to mine, and felt nothing but mockery. Even with new scars, the old ones did not vanish, just like how the harm she had done would never disapp

The sun was well up over the treetops the next morning, leaving in its wake a flood of gold. But anything less like sunshine would be hard to find, as Sophia hurled herself from side to side in her bed, greatly beset with doubts. What's going on with Daniel? Why does he act so differently? That uncomfortable feeling of last night just wouldn't go away.

"Could it be... Could it really be... that I'm still alive? Have I truly been reborn?" Sigourney would live her life over again, one more time. This was not a dream. She had returned to six months ago-when she was at her most beautiful, most radiant, and had the strongest pillar of support in her husband. A faint smile curled on Sigourney's lips as she gazed thoughtfully out the window. This time, she would make them pay. Every ounce of suffering she endured in her past life-she would reclaim it all, with interest. A hundred, a thousand times over.

Lucil helped me to realize I was just in denial. I had thought she wouldn't have a good heart and wouldn't care about other people, but I was wrong. I still don't get the reason why I feel like a totally finished man, but I don't want to lose her. My ears bleed upon hearing her scream the word ‘Revenge,’ I needed to understand what she was saying. Revenge? How can she do that all by herself? “Yes, I want to go back to Spring Pack and expose the evil that was done against me,”

A heavy metal rod came down hard on his head from behind. "Argh!" The other man spun around, brows drawn tight, then slowly relaxed. It was a girl. Golden hair. Light brown eyes. Skin pale, though not perfectly so. It wasn’t just any girl. It was Mia. And she was here to save the day… Or so it seemed. * * *A/N: Sorry this chapter is short again, guys. Between school, work, and an upcoming presentation, things have been a bit hectic. But I’m not giving up on this book, never.

"You are so weak and pathetic. Why didn't you die with your miserable mother and make everyone happy." The words hurt Roydo. The servants standing round looked at him with pity, and Tok with hate. "Don't talk about my mother that way." Roydo said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. "Or what? What will you do fresh skin?" Tok taunted. "Fight me?" He picked up the sword Almon had been using and threw it at Roydo. "Go on, pick it up. I've waiting years to give you a good beating. Maybe the bruises will put some color into your ugly body."

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with