Venganza Siniestra Novels & Stories

Crouching low, I spied a glittering nail tip nearby and ground my teeth. It was one of Tessa's press-on nails. She'd flashed them yesterday in the elevator, deliberately flipping her hair. It dawned on me that she had orchestrated this, sabotaging my tire to trap us. But Wesley's fever erupted without warning, so how had she timed it so precisely? Unless... A darker thought crossed my mind, chilling me to the core. I pocketed the nail tip, gathered my wailing son, and sprinted to the complex's exit. The night streets stretched eerily silent, vehicles whooshing past sporadically, yet no vacant taxi appeared. Wesley's gasps weakened in my arms, and desperation surged in me.

Vittoria, her hands and legs tied together, she was lying on what looked like hay, with hay clinging to her hair and her eyes closed. Below the picture was a text. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT “The Gambino's sent it five minutes ago. They know we're going to retaliate. We should–” Valerio said. The chair scraped back as I stood up. Valerio flinched, stepping back. “I think we should sacrifice her, she'll have to be collateral damage.” “We'll just have to?” I asked him. “You presume to tell me what should be done?” “N-no sir. But we can't change our plans because of an assistant, if you don't take revenge they'll see you as weak. So…”

The bullet pierces through his stomach and his hand in the gun gets loosened. I look at Cristina with concern. I know she would feel it too if her mate dies. But she was normal. I look at her, confused. “Don’t worry Logan. I have broken my bond with him with the help of a witch.” She says, and I look at her pitifully. I know it is very hard to do this ritual. But I am glad she has done it. I smile at her and empty every bullet in his heart. He has dared to hurt my mate.

She would make sure he was dead tonight. Kenchiki stood in front of his brother's body to block the woman's eyes from his brother's body. He didn't like the look she was giving his brother. He needed to have a talk with his brother. Yoshiki looked away from the woman being dragged away, it was over for her and soon enough she should apply her final move, desperate people do desperate acts even if they know they were done for, because they have nothing to live for they use any means to accomplish their goal, and Sera Skylander was a woman who lost everything in one fell swoop and knew the person responsible, her revenge should be quick and take place tonight, which was exactly what he wanted.

Every corner of the estate had been rewired, rearmed, and reborn under her command. Allegra Ventresca was not mourning. She was planning. And now—finally—the game had opened again. She had read the whispers in the newspapers and the encrypted forums. A failed assassination attempt on Lucien Marchesi. Interpol raids. A resurfaced Gabe Vale Sr. moving through the underworld like a reawakened specter. Most would panic. Allegra smiled. Chaos had always been her favorite condition. Where others saw Vale Sr. as a threat, Allegra saw a storm—and storms made excellent cover.

“Silver and wolfsbane. You get close to him, distract him, slip it into his drink or his skin. It’ll weaken him, keep him out of the way. I’ll handle Isabella—lure her to the woods behind the frat house, shift, and end her. Quick, clean, done. Her body goes in a ditch, and we walk away. I go back to the BloodMoon pack, you get Sebastian. Deal?” Vanessa’s lips curved, her voice cold. “Deal,” she said, her hand extending, her grip firm as we shook, sealing the pact. “I’ll handle Sebastian. You make sure she’s dead.” A twig snapped outside, sharp and sudden, the sound cutting through the shed’s silence. My head whipped toward the door, my senses flaring, Talon growling low. Vanessa froze, her e

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

There were only a few passersby, as it was already past midnight. Suddenly, a screeching noise of a car was heard, disturbing the peaceful atmosphere of the night. Not long after, a black sedan came into view, approaching at an extremely fast speed. The passersby turned towards the source of that awful noise. And then, as if in slow motion, the car arrived and slammed violently into the bollards, losing all control. The impact echoed like an explosion and the vehicle flipped once, twice, before crashing onto its roof with a brutal, final thud.

Vivian pov My heart sank to the depths of despair. These people not only wanted to humiliate me but also aimed to turn me into a useless shell. The rain outside poured harder, hitting the carport with a loud patter, echoing the hopelessness that weighed on my heart. I pressed my fingers firmly against the dagger, instantly slicing my palm. The sharp sting of blood awakened my senses, bringing a flicker of clarity. "Even if I'm to die, I want to know who my employer really is!" The assailants were clearly taken aback that I could still speak, and one of them sneered, "Sorry, Vivian. The employer wants you to remain in the dark. Boys, get to work!" A metal rod slammed down on my wrists and ank

There was zero cell service inside the cabin—a signal jammer had been secretly installed on my chassis. Suddenly, a heavily modified SUV roared out from a blind intersection, speeding straight toward my driver's side. Through the windows of the oncoming vehicle, I locked eyes with the driver. It was Jenna, her face completely unhinged, her features distorted with madness and survival on the run. "Isabella Moretti! I know you’re the one who pulled the strings to ruin my life! Go to hell!" she screamed through her open window. A deep sense of dread flooded my chest as her heavy SUV swerved violently to clip my rear bumper.