Vengeance: A Love Story Novels & Stories

The dim glow cast off by my laptop lit up the room: the only light aside from the faint moonlight that streamed in through the curtains. I flipped through the pages of my journal, reading through entries I had scrawled with raw, unfiltered anger. Now, it has turned into something far more dangerous: Innocence. Lena Reynolds had stolen my fiancé, my dignity, the story of my life. She had paraded her victory without an ounce of shame. But this was not the same Cassidy Graham she had brought low. I was not the broken woman left at the altar. I had sharpened, focused, and tightened myself for my vengeance: worthy of leaving her gasping.

“Why would you give this to me?” “Because the man coming after you now—Vance—isn’t doing it out of revenge for Justin. He’s doing it for me.” My eyes widened. She smiled, bitter. “We were lovers. Once. Long ago. He thinks he’s avenging me. Saving my legacy. But he doesn’t understand—I don’t want to be remembered through bloodshed.” I stared at her. “So you’re telling me Vance is your pawn?” “I’m telling you he’s worse than anything you’ve ever faced. And he’s doing this… for the wrong reasons.” She coughed hard, eyes fluttering. “I thought I wanted to win. But I’m tired now. And I see that peace you’ve carved for yourself—”

"Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers - vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth, they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining." - Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse * * * * Yuri’s eye twitched dangerously as she strode down the hallways of the dormitories of Hati, with a chatterbox, namely Tohya Tanigawa, talking her ear off beside her.

Her blue dress, and indistinguishable appearance painted that bright full moon into crimson blood of her heart’s contentment. “Please, please, please!” As she continues on neglecting their plead. As she doesn’t even care if she is killing some innocent and even a child, for she is in the state of her wanting greed for vengeance and love to kill as it only brings her the fuel to hate and be in pain. All along as she is seeing everyone who died because of his betrayal and only remembering the plead of her people and family. ‘Surrender now. In everything that you see. You cannot resist this fantasy.”

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️ KAI of the Keepers) - Written by Authoress Marygold_slessor - 📌Do No Copy/plagiarise📌 Chapter Nineteen (19)

But when I looked into her eyes, I saw the same steel I once saw in myself the kind that could not be bent, only tempered by time. So I said nothing. I only stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. For a moment, she resisted, but then she melted into me, her shoulders shaking with quiet, angry tears. “I won’t let him win,” she whispered. “I know,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. “And that’s exactly what terrifies me.” Because I had seen enough of fate to know this truth, when love and vengeance collided, something always had to break. And I was terrified it would be her heart.

Tonight, I understand that his cruelty I imagined is way smaller than the actual depth of it. This should make the vengeance simpler, but it makes it worse because now, it’s not just my grief anymore. It's hers and Katherine's, and it's starting to feel less like justice and more like something that's going to cost more people than just Edgard when it finally comes down. I get up and pour a drink from the minibar I haven't touched since we got here. I chug it down, the hot liquid doing nothing to ease my restlessness. I set the glass down, and sit in the dark of the hotel room, remembering how I treated her when I first got her kidnapped.

VINCENZO What I was going to do today was going to be out of my comfort zone. My lie is going to be right on target. I was in a strange mood. Since early this morning I felt the depths of my soul being racked by a strange combination of desire and anger. I had one burning wish now and today seemed to define my purpose in life: to make the life of this woman, Francesca, of the Serratore family bitter. She was beautiful, I couldn't deny that, but that was precisely the weapon with which I was going to take my revenge. I knew that for a woman who came from this important family, pride and image were extremely important. So I put my plan into action. I would make her fall in love with me, and th

Vanessa mused, “maybe Denver will finally see her for what she is. A liar. A fraud. And she will marry anybody.” Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “And maybe you’ll get what you want. Revenge.” She met his gaze, unflinching. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Isn’t that what you are after, too?” “Of course. Sweet, painful revenge.” The storm outside began to taper off, but the storm between Vanessa and Marcus only gathered strength. They left the café separately, careful not to attract attention. But as Vanessa stepped into the cool, wet night, she felt lighter than she had in months. And so was Marcus; the game was on.

“I’m not doing this so you can thank me. I’m doing this out of love. And I don’t need anything in return.” His voice deepened. “All I want is for you to get everything they ever took from you. For you to be happy. For you to get your revenge. And for them to be miserable. Penniless. Out on the streets. With nothing.” There was venom in his voice. Pure and sharp. It startled me....and thrilled me. “Hey,” I murmured, touched and slightly breathless. The way he spoke about Ryan and his family... the hatred in his voice, the protectiveness—it was overwhelming.