Tokyo Revenger Book Novels & Stories

Because a person that calm— A person who had survived a murder once— Was not someone she could predict. Sheraphina opened her locker and found it clean, freshly repainted, decorated with sticky notes from classmates: “We’re glad you’re back!” “If you need anything, we’re here!” “You’re strong, Sera!” She touched one note lightly. Her eyes glimmered. Not with tears. With calculation. Elias Trent had saved her life. Her grandfather was hiding a secret tied to her future. Lucinda had nearly ruined everything. And somewhere inside her chest, a quiet fire reignited.

Zhou Fu was already feeling a little drunk, but the news that Commander Yeongjo had just spoken seemed to have brought his whole consciousness back to normal. “The sentence just goes like that!” Commander Yeongjo replied, still trying to read the next lines. He needed extra concentration because it seemed the sentences were being written down in a very hasty manner. Perhaps it was because Patriarch Yuan Kai was raving about changing topics. "Ah, this has a sequel. Zhou Fu will realize who the master Yokomoya core absorber is, if Zhou Fu meets him again!” said Commander Yeongjo as soon as he succeeded in translating the untidy scribbles of the palace healer.

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.

It was Chloe, Trisha's former roommate that had called out to him. He had almost forgotten she existed. Hurriedly, he walked to the empty seat and plopped down in it. “I saved it for you when I realised you're absent,” she said, professionally manipulating a gum in her mouth. Her blonde hair which was tied up in two buns was dyed black close to their ends, her mascara was black, lipgloss was black, too, and most of her clothing were. She looked like she had stepped out of a comic book where she had been the villain.

CHAPTER 2 RESENTMENTS, REVENGE The next thing Sisu knew was that she woke up in Sian’s body. Sisu had no knowledge of who she was before she became a ghost or why and how she died in the first place, even her name was something she knew nothing about. The last thing she could remember was a little girl’s voice calling Sisu, and hearing the name, Sisu felt the strong connection and regarded it as her name immediately. Sisu knew that starting today, she would have to live for this girl and help her take revenge. She wouldn’t want to live her life just like Sian did, dying just like that. Her will wouldn’t let her.

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"You should worry about saving yourself. Mr. Watch is investigating what happened earlier." As I spoke, the screen showed their firewall collapsing. I keyed in a string of commands, and the 200 billion dollars were successfully recovered. "I've investigated what happened at the bank earlier. I know exactly who caused my money to be stolen twice. Here, take this. It's my way of thanking you, Spencer. Without you, the hackers would've gotten their hands on the money!" Still shaken, Felix shot me a look full of gratitude. The black card he handed over drew envious looks from everyone else in the bank. Felix never let a grudge slide, and he was just as generous to those who helped him.

ROY What have I done? I am sorry, Garnet… but then again. ‘Why did those eyes I began to worship had guilt in them? It was the most beautiful intercourse of my life and to my dismay… she was ashamed of it,’ So I did what I considered right- I broke her heart. I never let any of my girls to even disturb me during my work and I did this with my personal assistant; the woman I wanted revenge from. The woman who managed to hurt me in a delicate way.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

He responded. “You know, I’m so sick of this new attitude of yours. Yoké from Toko Village, acting like some cool city guy. You even went and got yourself a crazy haircut just to fit in. Aren’t you supposed to be modest people who are so afraid of even laying a finger on a woman that isn’t married to you? How did that change so fast?” “Are you done?” “You want to play this stupid game; I’ll give you exactly what you want.” I told him.