Vengeance: A Love Story Novels & Stories

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

I was weighing my options like a judge weighing a verdict; her gaze rested upon me so heavily it felt like an actual physical force. As I stood there, the battle of desire and revenge ripped through my emotions, while Visha's hands traveled all over my body, her touch invoking spine-tingling memories of a winter's night frigid wind. The touching feeling at her fingertips traced over my skin, leaving behind a dramatic fire-like course as though wild flames went across a surface. "We can do both," she whispered into my ear hotly, and "we can make love and then plan our revenge." Like a match struck across a forest soaked in gasoline, that voice ignited the fuse. "We can do it," she said with a

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

The memories of their beautiful love story invaded her mind. The world felt so empty and dark without him by her side anymore. As if her soul and light had just perished with him. "Arecas my love. They spilled your blood and ripped you out of my life!" “In return, I shall claim my vengeance with your life for all their lives.” “I do not care what beasts I have to summon even from hell; I shall make sure that they are ALL wiped away from existence. I promise to wreak havoc, death, and chaos to their Immortal lives.”

“Let me help you.“ She wrapped a arm around my waist, while I threw mine across her shoulders. Gently, she helped me out of the bed, and we made our way towards the bathroom which was outside the tent. Every step was a struggle. Every painful gasp that slipped past my lips was a reminder of everything I had gone through. After what seems like eternity, we reached the bathroom. “Thank you, Elara,” I say. “Anytime,” she replied and made her way outside. I undressed and stepped into the warm herbal bath. I sat into the bathtub and only then did I feel relieved a little. My eyes landed on the bruises on my body. I remembered how hard I had begged those soldiers, while screaming 'my baby' but no

The man who had also lost a woman he loved, a woman who had died for a cause she believed in. She stumbled towards him, her body shaking, and collapsed into his arms. Dante, his rage momentarily forgotten, simply held her. He felt her frail, trembling body, the raw fear and pain emanating from her, and his grip tightened, a silent promise of vengeance. Her escape was a brutal, scarring journey. She was alive, but barely. She had lost her innocence, her naiveté, and now, Bianca, the only true ally she had ever known in this dangerous world. But in Bianca’s sacrifice, Amara had found something she had been desperately searching for all along: a purpose. A purpose fueled by grief, guilt, and a

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Mother,” But before I could say anything more before I could finish, the line went flat. I clenched my phone tightly. In my hands, anger boiling inside of me, I threw it across the room. I didn't care about the Davenport family. Did they abandon my pregnant mother years ago? So what? We are thriving without them; only my mother cares for revenge, and I'm tired; I just want her to love me. Is that too much to ask? ~~Vanessa~~

My whole life fell apart, and the worst part is that I did it to myself. After everything, I gave the shares back. All of them. To whom they actually belonged to, because none of it was ever mine to keep. I only had them because I let some rotten, borrowed sense of vengeance convince me I deserved them, convince me the whole plan was justified. Turned out that vengeance cost me everything. Grey. Myself. Every single thing we ever built together, gone, because I couldn't let go of a plan built on a lie I didn't even know was a lie until it was too late.

Little did they fucking know… miss perfect was actually fighting for her life in the hands of her 'loving' husband. Once upon a time, Lena and I were happy. She was the love of my life, and I was hers. Until she casually decided to break my heart and marry a richer man, just like that, without explanation. I even had to pay for ever dating her and for trying to get her back. I paid with blood and years of sweat. Now, I was back to take what belonged to me—revenge. The door flew open again and Vincent peeked outside with a frown. When his eyes settled on me, he brightened,