Tokyo Revengers Books Novels & Stories

I mean, Gilbert brought that woman back from Athadale. Kisa sat on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, feeling bored. She looked at the time and realized that Gilbert had been out for an hour. 'What is he shopping for? Why isn't he back yet?' Kisa was hungry, so she took a sip of water. She then glanced at Gilbert's bookcase, planning to find something to read. The bookcase was huge, and office documents filled the middle and lower shelves. The two upper sections consisted of novels, essay collections, and so on. Kisa's gaze traveled across the bookcase, and it finally landed on the topmost part of the bookcase. There was something covered in black leather lying there, but it was not a bo

"Zoey, I have nothing to explain. I'm just a worthless man. You must want revenge, right? I'll give you the chance to do it with your own hands. Kill her, and I'll take the blame for you. As long as I can atone, I'll do anything. "Come on, Zoey," Gary said. I stepped back and said coldly, "There's no need for that. Once my hands are stained with blood like yours, they'll never be clean again. I want to win with dignity—clean and fair."

The Devil You Know I spent the night in a cheap motel on the edge of the city, counting water stains on the ceiling and trying not to think about Richard's hand on my throat. Trying. Failing. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—both versions. The Richard from five years in the future, choking the life out of me with cold efficiency. And this Richard, younger but no less dangerous, who looked at me like I was a puzzle he intended to solve by breaking me into pieces.

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

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Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

Marco promised with a smile. A small smile graced Tamara’s lips as she nodded and stared at the next stage of her plan on her revenge board. David and Chelsea had gotten married with the most lavish wedding that spalshed across the front pages of business magazines. With a smirk, Tamara unclipped one of the torn front pages that made up her board. Fine. They could try to be happy after killing her baby, her sister, and stealing her company and her life from her. But she would be coming back for them.

I couldn’t get him out of my head. The way his hands moved over my skin, the way he took charge, the way he made me feel alive. No man had ever made me feel that way before, and no matter how hard I tried, or how angry I felt about what happened, I couldn’t shake the memory of him. Novan had burrowed his way into my mind, and I needed him again.

At that moment, it seemed to be as if his actions weren't born of revenge, but something else entirely. You don't make your enemies feel loved in revenge. She opened her eyes and was immediately struck by the intensity of his gaze. Those dark gray eyes seemed to draw her in like a magnet. They were dark and deep and mysterious like the night sky. "Why did you do this?" "Wanted you close to me,” he replied and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Wrap your legs around me." Kevin's voice was a sultry whisper as he urged her to wrap her legs around him but seeing her hesitation he slowly pulled her soaking gown up—his touch was soft and patient— exposing her bare thigh and wrapped it

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.