Vengeance: A Love Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

, Cassie chuckled "Get out." "Cassie..." "Get out!!! I said get out!!!" Sarah shuddered and immediately grabbed her bag. Before leaving she glanced at Cassie and said, "I'm sorry" After she left, Cassie slumped into her chair. She put her head in her hands and exhaled. She knew she shouldn't have yelled at Sarah like that. She was only trying to help. But she couldn't help it. The truth was, Cassie was feeling really bad. She felt really awful. She had read through the file her private investigator had given her. And she realized there were somethings about her mother she didn't know. So many things. It made her feel she wasn't a good daughter to her when she was alive. Now that she was dead

I decided to bought some medicines and fruits from the store because I know that Alice needs it. I can't afford to lose her. She's not my child but she's probably Zoe's daughter. Or if not, she's another victim of my family's cruelty. I promised her that I would get her out of here and I will not disappoint her--- specially now that I'm getting close to the revenge that I wanted.

Logan’s P.O.V. I get up from the bed, where Andrea was lying unconscious. I pull the sheet over her and get up. I know they were just hugging, but I couldn’t control myself. The anger that is building inside me is destroying us bit by bit. This always happens. I never want to hurt her. But I end up hurting her all the time. When my anger subsides, I regret every night when I see what have I done. But then I again do the same.

The males were miles away, as part of the rule of the ceremony, no matter how much they hurried they would not arrive in time. A kick landed on his nose again and he moaned again as he felt the blood clog his nose. -He has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time to take revenge on his kind- Vengeance, that word that could destroy a nation and bring hundreds of lives to the grave. He looked up with difficulty. The hatred that ran through her fed off the pain in her entire body. Many years lived and falling so low in despair. I hate it. He hated his lover. She hated herself for being so inept.

His arm was broken, so why should yours stay whole? His screams filled the room, but I did not flinch. I waved a hand toward the men outside. "Didn't you two like burying people alive? Then you can bury each other this time." Celeste did not resist. I tied them together and tossed them both into the pit. Vincent kept clawing upward, desperate to live. Every time he made it near the top, I kicked him back down. The woman wanted to die, and the man wanted to live. So, I made sure neither got what they wanted.

“Alright. We’ll do it your way. Have the stock prices dropped?” “Yes. They tanked within hours. What happened last night hit us harder than we ever imagined,” she says, handing me her tablet. I stare at the numbers, and right then and there, I swear to myself—no matter what it takes, I will get revenge on my wife and on Dubois. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

“I came here because I trusted you. Because three years ago, when I put everything on the line—when I gave you those files, those contacts, those secrets—you looked me in the eye and swore you'd tear the Vaughn name down to rubble—we made plans and I even disappeared on the wedding day—when she showed up, you promised me you were going to find a way” Victoria’s voice dropped, calm and cold. “And I will. But vengeance isn’t a sprint. It’s a symphony. You don’t rush the crescendo.” Helena stared at her for a beat, then turned toward the window. Outside, the city pulsed like a living organism. Beautiful. Brutal. Hungry.

I hated how defensive I sounded. “Don’t forget why you are there, Francesca,” he warned. “Don’t forget what he did to your parents to our family. This is not a game, he is not a man you get comfortable with. He is a snake, and he will bite you the second you stop watching him.” The mention of my parents was like a punch to the gut. It brought all the hate and anger rushing back. The image of their bodies, the smell of blood. That was why I was here, revenge.

Elena Blackwood in fancy letters. "Yikes," Jess said, poking one with her toe. "Who's Liam Blackwood? Your imaginary vampire boyfriend?" "Worse." Elena flicked a lighter. "He's the reason I need therapy." The flames ate the pages hungrily. Smoke curled up, carrying the smell of burned sugar (she had once sprinkled the diaries with vanilla perfume). Jess coughed, fanning the air. "Arsonist much?!" "Rebirth," Elena corrected, watching her naivety turn to ash.

MARCELLO My gaze flickered, breath uneven as Solane’s name was mentioned, “Don't you dare,” I said, There's no way I was going to let Vaka own Solane, she's mine and would only be mine. “I knew it. You want to break off the engagement because of her,” Don Vaka I hesitated, silence stretched between us for a moment, “Would you let your niece go into a loveless marriage?” I asked again, Don Vaka threw a punch to my face again but I was swift to dodge it. He charged and ate again, throwing his fist to my side, making me wince. I straightened my back, charged towards him and threw my fist against his jaw, sending him to the ground.