Romans & histoires V For Vendetta

He looked like the Alpha Prime of a decade ago, but his edges were fraying, silver code leaking from his shoulders like smoke. Vane rose across the void, a towering silhouette of red, crystalline code in heavy tactical gear. He gripped a Memory-Blade, a jagged spike of processing power humming with the screams of every wolf the Council had ever formatted. "The Admin is a sentimental relic," Vane's voice ground out like glass on a frozen lake. "You're guarding a woman who's already scrubbed your name from her mind. Why die for a ghost, Kael Blackwood?" Vane swung. The impact forced a memory into the foreground.

The pendant caught the moonlight, making the fang seem almost alive against the night sky. Velda wasn't classically beautiful, but her sharp features and the killing edge honed in northern tribes radiated a shifter warrior's aura. "Frostfang's last scion," she said, her slit pupils like poisoned blades. "Hear you wanted to see me. I'm here. One question—Will you coexist with me in Bloodmoon?" Her tone was unyielding, a low growl warning in her throat. "Give me the truth. Playing weak won't work on me."

Kael’s voice barked from the darkness. From the ridges above, over a hundred armored figures clad in the blood-red crest of the Southern High Council descended like vultures. At the forefront marched Commander Vane. He was a towering Alpha, his armor polished to a mirror sheen, carrying a massive, double-handed broadsword that gleamed under the blue light of the Null-Stones.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

Then the contract expires, and I can burn this cage to the ground. Suddenly, the black glass screen on the terminal flickered. A red alert banner slashed across the blue interface, pulsing with a silent rhythm. [INTRUSION DETECTED: UNFAIR ACCESS ATTEMPT] [LOCATION: VANCE ENTERPRISES CENTRAL SERVER - ZURICH] [USER: EXECUTIVE LEVEL CLEARANCE] My breath stopped. Someone inside Vance Enterprises was currently trying to bypass the Kael Syndicate's freeze order using a stolen master key code, a code that only two people in the world possessed.

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

Death hadn't been the answer. She wasn't dumb. A lot of people had tried to take out the Petrovs. She knew for a fact that man worked for one of those covert agencies that were dedicated to catching criminals and stopping another World War from starting or something like that. They also preferred to take criminals alive so they could question them. That was the reason she couldn't let go of her vendetta. If her brothers could have been captured alive, why did they have to die? She would have stayed where she was and continue living her quiet life. It didn't have to come to this. That man brought this on himself.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

A red mark was already rising where my hand had connected and he wasn’t touching his face, wasn’t flinching, just standing there looking at me with an expression I couldn’t read and didn’t want to. “Celine—” “Read my lips.” I stepped even closer. “This is the last time you will ever see me.” My eyes were burning. I refused to let it turn into anything he could see. “You are dead to me, Salvatore Moretti.” Bianca’s hand found my arm and she pulled me back, body between me and him, turning me away before I could see whatever his face did next. I let her. I didn’t look back. I didn’t trust myself to look back.

"Ah, mercenary woman. Yes, you would inherit my fortune. You would also inherit the many problems that go with it. Including a cranky bodyguard that eats enough for a stable of horses and speaks broken English. You have my attention, now what is it? You wish to plea for Hudson's life?" She rolled off of him and sat cross-legged next to his lanky form on the bed. She shrugged. "Consider it the wedding gift you never got around to buying me. Now listen, Hudson is an excellent partner. He keeps his hands to himself and has from the moment he found out you were in the picture. I promise you Vlad, he's well aware of your reputation. He's also an ex-marine as well as a damn good shot. He won't let