Vengeance: A Love Story Novels & Stories

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

I ran my finger down the hilt. “You want death?” I whispered to the silence. “Then I will give you extinction. I will be sure that each and everyone that chose to defy me is going to learn their lesson. I'm not going to wake up, not again, and if it is love that I need to fight against, then it is what I'm going to do.” And when Damon opens that letter… he’ll know. He’ll know this isn’t politics anymore. This is vengeance. This is blood. This is the beginning of the end.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

She stood up and pulled her hair to one side, cracking her fingers knuckles at the same time! " No, I won't squash you like a despicable insect!" Her lips curled coldly. " I will see you wriggle like a worm on a hook, begging, crying, desperate for my help but you won't get it. You will crave for death as a means of getting peace but I won't grant it!" Her bloodlust and thirst for vengeance intensified even more! Sounds of dry leaves rustling could be heard, instantly disturbing Anita's time alone. " You are here?"

Alex sighed, proceeding to tell Rachel all his aunt had told him about the incident. Rachel was dumbfounded when Alex narrated all that had happened to her, no wonder those people were able to mix up the truth with falsehood, tears welled up in her eyes, she pitied herself and Alex, his case was worse than hers, she still had her mother, he didn't have any of his parents with him, she couldn't imagine how sad he felt when he knew that his parents were murdered by one mysterious organization, she knew he definitely must be planning on revenge, she just hoped that he wouldn't act rashly. "Alex I know you want to have your revenge but I think you should take this slowly," Rachel said when she s

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?

Vincent Danio was not just the husband I had been forced to marry. He was the boy I had once promised to keep. And someone from that past had already found him again. I placed the chain carefully on the desk. Then I picked up the phone once more. “I want a full report on Vangand Danio’s wife,” There was a pause on the other end. “Yes, sir.” I hung up. Outside, the sky was starting to darken. I leaned back in the chair and let my eyes close for a moment. The image of Vincent’s throat, the way he had tilted his head to hold my gaze, the quiet defiance that never quite hid the fear underneath, it stayed longer than it should have.

I reached for the closest thing to my arm - the bottle of cognac by my dresser - and flung it as hard as my anger could carry against the wall above my bed, and listened to it shatter like the pain in my heart. I wasn’t even sure what the pain was about exactly. I wanted to say it was about the thought of losing everything, but then I thought of Valeria, whom I had thought would be the woman of my dreams forever. The box of watches on the table disappeared as well into the floor, and I felt a sharp piece of the glass kiss the small open skin beneath my pants. But it was still nothing compared to the ache in my chest. And then I thought about her. About Helen, and the pain even burned fiercer

"No more shadows. No more secrets. It dies with us. The silence after the destruction felt eternal. She took a deep breath. “I’m contacting the authorities. Sebastian’s not going to haunt anyone else.” Kc’s hand gripped her shoulder. “I’ll help you. I’m not stopping until the man who killed Vanessa and our baby is in the ground.” Valeria looked at him. “You still love her.” “I’ll always love her,” Kc said honestly. “But I’ve learned that vengeance doesn’t bring peace. Justice does.” They looked at one another, a silent comprehension igniting between them.

I told him. "But you're holding a grude on your mom." Dad told me. "Leticia loves you, and everything she did, she had the same motive as I've always had: of avoiding a time in life as such. A time when our reputation is so stripped that we no longer mean anything. Just people that no one wants to be connected to. The same way you understand Dan's motive for dating your sister, understand your mother's motive for sending Rissa to an orphanage. It doesn't matter how deep the err is, look at the motive and forgive. Dan is right."