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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.

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.

Coventina mutters. “Does anyone want to clue me in as to what in the ever loving fu—fudge is going on?” I shout. “Yes, we will. You, as you now know, are Coventina’s incarnate in the Lunar Realm. You have never been an ordinary hybrid. That was never in the cards for you,” Selene answers. “Why?” “Because after the Dark War that Morrigan fought in, Beatrix was brought back. They had a necromancer bring her back and she is seeking revenge and using the rogues to do it.” Coventina answers.

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and

“That shit detonates on impact. It tears a hole through their victims. I watched it rip a man in half there on the field. We can’t walk through that. “And even if we try to do that, did you forget thy we would be standing on thin ice? They could target the ice and forget about us. The water is cold as fuck. It’s in degrees that go below the normal temperature.” They agreed with me. “What do we do then?” V asked. “Because I need to have revenge for the people I’ve lost.” I looked around the ice defense we were standing behind. When I had killed off those rogues, their guns had been left behind.

Family and friends of the victim’s out to get him for the murders. But on August twentieth, 2001, Druid Hills Headquarters moved their illegal enterprise to North Atlanta 6.8 miles elsewhere. They discovered fresh unwilling organ donors, continuing their murderous violence covering up their atrocious acts and identities. Closing Remarks I hope readers enjoyed my work Revenge of the Executioners. I wanted to lean toward writing impact action, adventure, and drama for once. Your reviews on my book inspire me to continue writing fiction of crime, mystery, thriller, fantasy and paranormal. Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it!

Madison sneered. "Fatal?" "Yes" "Do you know who did this?" Scott asked. A sigh was heard from Madison's lips, and instead of answering him, she could only mutter a name, "Reine" "Who's Reine?" Scott asked, who was Reine? and how dared she messed with his girlfriend? "She is an enemy, I gained over the past few years"

Politicians, heirs, actresses, and businessmen blending together beneath luxury and fake smiles. A beautiful cage. Her chest tightened slightly. Because she remembered dying here. Not physically. Emotionally. This was where the story first decided she was the villain. “Elena.” Her spine stiffened immediately. That voice. Low. Controlled. Cold enough to freeze the room around it. Cassian Arden. He stood near the staircase dressed entirely in black, one hand tucked into his pocket while nobles circled him carefully like satellites around a dangerous planet. Beautiful. Untouchable.

After lighting a cigarette, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Diago's number. "Bring him in." I ordered before ending the call. I leaned back on the couch, taking a drag from my cigarette before slowly exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. My posture was relaxed as I tapped my fingers against the wooden armrest, while my expression remained unreadable. A few moments later, the doors opened. Diago entered first. Behind him, two bodyguards dragged a man inside. His face was pale, his clothes wrinkled, and fear was evident in his wide eyes.

He then turned to Angie, who was only trying to break free, but didn't refute the accusation directed at her. “This woman is an intelligence operative from a large organization we’ve never heard of, because its operations are always covert. She is the daughter of Bryan Reviera, the second-in-command of The Black Venom, who has betrayed us. Her arrival is to deceive you and seize our organization to merge it with theirs, making them even stronger.”