Tokyo Revengers South Novels & Stories

She did not look like the traumatized girl who just fled from my touch in the grass. She held the temple's sacred silver offering dagger flush against the High Priest's throat.

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

Even after his second surgery, he lay unresponsive, leaving me to grapple with an ache that felt impossible to mend. I sat quietly, watching him. He looked so peaceful, as if he were only asleep. I reached for his hand, feeling the gentle warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, and clutched it close. "Amory," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back."

"That would defeat the whole purpose of what we're after." "Then what are you after?" Ryker asked. "We're after something with a little more substance. Something that they will never forget for the rest of their lives," said Sonja. "You know what they say about revenge being a dish best served cold? Well, we will make it a revenge that will completely break them apart.

“Even if you still don't like me, the fact that I'm his wife won't change. I am now the Luna of White Pride!” “You are a rude woman, Nadine Smith!”

The body I was in reached out weakly and that's when I saw the tattoo. A detailed viper tattoo wrapped around his forearm, a single word inked beneath it in italics. I knew that tattoo. But I couldn't trace where. As the final breath left his lungs, I heard his voice again, but this time it wasn’t spoken aloud. It echoed inside his head. “If only I get a second chance, I would make them pay for this pain.” Everything went black again. The next second I was back. Back in the warehouse. Back in my dying body.

Meanwhile, I had just landed in Asheolia. Victoria had been quiet and well-behaved throughout the dozens of hours of flying, which saved me a lot of stress. After getting off the plane, I took out the local Asheolian SIM card from the envelope Rowan had given me and installed it in my phone. At the arrival gate, I spotted Melanie Tanner and her son, Carter Baldwin, waiting to pick me up. Carter was eight years my senior. After my parents passed away, he had been my confidant for a very long time.

His fangirls rushed after him. It was publicly known that the chairman of Prosperous Group was Joshua Latham. Yet, very few were privy to the fact that both his children had taken their mother's last name, Smith. It was also because of this that Calvin was allowed to spin his lies about being the heir without anyone questioning him. I quickly packed my things when I saw that the chauffeur was already waiting by the school entrance. I noticed several classmates looking in my direction as I got into the car. I also heard quite a few of them whispering about how Calvin and I had just gotten into a fight, yet I was still getting a ride from him after school.

Tamara whispered her fear to her best friend through teary eyes. Marco took a step forward and fell to his knees at the base of the bathtub. “Look at me,” he placed his finger under Tamara’s chin. “You’re you. You are still perfect, you just did some things. And that’s okay,” Tamara blinked with tears down her eyes. How could she have contemplated cutting him out of her life? Marco was her backbone. The reason, she was even alive. He had given her a second chance at life. “I’m done with the revenge plan,” Tamara whispered.

Andrew was about to respond *again* when Axel interrupted. "Five minutes," he said, turning back toward the corridor that led to the conference room. Everyone in the office couldn’t help but stare. Who wouldn’t? There was literally another Sasuke, all dressed in black, except this one had chestnut hair and ridiculously gorgeous hazel eyes, just walking in their workplace like he owned the place. If only they knew that this "handsome god" was actually a devil, quietly plotting chaos while looking fabulous.