Novel & Cerita Vengeance: A Love Story Reviews

Alan asked playfully, a quizzical smile plastered on his face. Ibrahim averted his eyes and remained silent for a while embarrassed from what he said just now, cursing himself in his mind. How could he just blabber about how lovely his wife is? He is going crazy and he blamed it for Anna. Alan still felt so amused, as he giggled a little. He tapped on Ibrahim's shoulder and grinned teasingly at him. “I'm sure you've grown fond of her, Ibrahim, but keep this in mind that the initial goal of your marriage was not love, but vengeance. If you love her, then fight for her, but if you are still very mad about the incident from twenty years ago, then continue your revenge plan. Choose one or you wi

As the door clicked shut, something in me broke not into smaller pieces, but into something harder and sharper. The pain was still there, piercing into my head like a cold snake coiled in my stomach, but it was now joined by a new, fierce emotion: a burning, all-consuming hatred. But it wasn't in my spirit; it was the last chain holding me captive. The love I’d once foolishly harbored, the fear, the hope, it all drained away with the life of my child, leaving behind a cold, hard, empty vessel, ready to be filled with purpose: “Revenge.”

In Love With Vengeance By: Kyndra Danielle Book Two Chapter One One Year Ago Marcellus Right when we’re about to exit through the back door I push Jamie to the ground as soon as I hear the sound of a gunshot, pulling my gun out, and turning around quickly to see where it came from. I look behind me to find that Roman has already shot a man down, and more men have come flooding through the hal Dammit! They got through the gates, so that means my guards are all dead! Fuck!

"I still can't believe that we've reached here, Siege. I love you." "I love you more, Luna Celestina Villarama, my beloved," Siege softly whispered to me, making me feel hot. "Do you still remember how you plotted your vengeance against me after I rejected you?" I scrunch my nose. "What's with that random question?" I laughed. "My vengeance is yet to begin, Alpha Siege Wong. I'll let you raise my pups on your own, so you can feel the wrath of someone you once rejected," I teased him.

"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.

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.

“And what of Renz? That boy has been breathing too long. You know as well as I do—he cost us more than anyone else ever has. Her words were blunt. I let them sit a second, then stood. The room felt colder. I walked toward her and lowered my voice. “Do you think Renz will go down easy?” I asked. “He’s dangerous. Men like him don’t just die quietly. They fight back.” She didn’t answer. Her face showed she was both afraid and sure. I poured a glass of red wine and held it up. “He won’t vanish. He will hurt. He will watch what he loves burn. Only then will I crush him. Piece… by piece.” I drank slowly, watching her. “To vengeance,” I murmured. “The only thing in this world worth surviving for.”

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

And as her mouth moves higher and my breath catches and the lights of Zurich sparkle beyond the windows, I think about how wrong everyone has it. They think I’m the victim. They think Dominic is the villain. They think this is a love story about forbidden desire and impossible choices. But it’s not. It’s a revenge story. And I’m going to win.

"Not through my anger. Through their own choices. Every document, every message, every financial decision—it was all there, waiting. I just created the conditions for it to surface." He studied her profile, something warm and proud in his dark eyes. "You're not vengeful. You're surgical." "I'm thorough." She turned to face him, a small smile tugging at her lips. "There's a difference. Vengeance is emotional. It consumes. This—" she gestured vaguely at the city, at the list, at everything they had built together, "—this is just balance. The universe, gently reminded of its own rules." He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. "And when the balance is restored? When every name on the list h