Venganza Siniestra Novels & Stories

he asked immediately on the other line. “Mr. Dark, someone—” “Give me the phone!” Oba stopped talking on the other line because the strange man asked for her phone. Mr. Dark was shocked when he heard that his girlfriend was with a man. He raised his eyebrows because he was suddenly jealous. “Who is the man—” “It's me, Vito!” “—B-boss!” he exclaimed when he heard the introduction on the other line. “Prepare the clinic. Cod015's condition is critical, she had three hits, and now she is in comatose.”

The cars lined up. “Get into the third car” Mysterious ordered. Cassandra needed not to be told twice. She knew where Casablanca was, a city in Morocco, how could she not know? Now she has been shipped to Africa seeing the flock of guards all standing before her, she dared not take the option of making a run. She gets into the car only to meet a man even more handsome than the other. “Welcome on board Mrs Carlson, I am Taylor Calvin and we are on our way to Italy, why don't you have some sleep, you slept very little last night '' Cassandra just watched the man smile like a fox, so charming yet so captivating.

Now there is this whore, Valentina Sanchéz, that bastard Diego’s whore who has somehow inserted herself into me and Raphael’s life. What do I do to her, how do I stop her from destroying what I have struggled so hard to build. I would have to kill her, but how? Do I poison her like I did my godmother Stephanie? Strangle her like I did Cara, that bitch who was getting too close to my Raphael or yes set an ‘accidental’ fire to her house like I did Maliya, that transfer student that did not know how to keep it in her pant. I caught her with my Raphael and immediately went on to planning her demise and with the help of St. Beyoncé from the Lemonade album I succeeded. Raphael knew about it, he kn

“Yes, it’s me, Clarice, in front of you, bitch! So you paid Kaspar $5 million to kill me? So you can get back with my husband? You’re so evil! You are willing to kill an innocent woman to satisfy your greed and jealousy. Thankfully, you didn't succeed. I’m here now to take revenge. You shall die in the ocean today as your punishment!" “No! Please forgive me. I can’t die today! I have a young daughter who needs me! I can’t die yet! Please forgive me. Give me a second chance. I will not harm you again! Please spare my life this time,” Viviana begged. Tears of regret and despair filled her eyes.

And they cut the call. "Did you know who kidnapped your son?" Ethan's voice came from behind her and she tensed. "A criminal, Andrew's enemy." She said rather angrily as she turned to face him. "That man wasn't Andrew's enemy until Andrew killed that motherfucker John." Ethan said. Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" She inquired in a small voice. "The one who kidnapped Lucas was John's fucking brother Serrano. He wants Vengeance for his brother's death. He wasn't any mafia enemy." All of a sudden she stopped breathing.

The first wave of his attack would hit before sunrise. Devandra leaned back in his chair, a grim smile forming. “Let’s begin,” he whispered. “Let’s see how the little hero and his accomplice handle the chaos I’m about to unleash.” And somewhere deep inside, the thrill of power and vengeance coursed through him, intoxicating and dangerous. He was ready to burn everything—and everyone—if it meant proving that he could never be defeated. The night seemed quiet, but the storm was already in motion, hurtling toward Arga and Vania’s world.

--- Thirteen Years Ago The scent of blood and ozone had been inescapable that night. Malcolm had found her—Genesis Walker—trembling in the shadows of her father’s laboratory. Her father, a genius scientist whose only crime was discovery, had been torn apart by Victor Hynes, the brutal henchman of Jacob Cross. Malcolm had arrived too late to save the man, but he would not lose the daughter. He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid.

Dark silk, soft and flowing. “I’m sorry,” he said. And then he left me standing in the silence of his office. I was angry instantly. This men are not just werewolves killers. They are also men without morals. I carried the dress back to my room like. Every step, my mind spun faster. If I entered Lucan’s chamber, could I kill him, will I survive it? Would it even matter?

"You… Don’t talk nonsense. Back then, it was one of my competitors who pushed you. It had nothing to do with us. The case was already closed years ago. The evidence was conclusive. Stop trying to pin your crimes on us!" Elara didn’t argue. Instead, she pulled out her phone and opened a surveillance video. The footage was blurry, but it still clearly recorded the entire process of their attack. Back then, Elara had discovered the affair between the two of them. Afraid she would expose them, Aurora and Kieran had planned to silence her permanently. Afterward, they fabricated clues and shifted the blame entirely onto one of Aurora’s professional rivals, Damian Rhodes. Using her connections in t

I said, looking out at the rain-lashed skyline of Philadelphia. ​The trap was perfect. It was a multi-front, lethal campaign designed to reduce the Vance dynasty to ash in less than twenty-four hours. My eyes drifted back to the monitor where the phantom Singapore trail was still flashing in a steady, rhythmic loop. Elena thought she was going to drug me tonight, and Daniel thought he was going to buy out my legacy tomorrow. ​They didn't know the monster they had truly awakened. By this time tomorrow, the Vances would be fighting for their survival in a courtroom, and I would be boarding my jet—ready to tear the world apart until I found the woman and children hidden in the shadows.