Vengeance: A Love Story Reviews นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Oh, my dear Zoey…" he drawled as he moved away from her. "Zoey," he said softly, his voice dripping with calmness. "I don't believe in remission, there is nothing like forgiveness. I am Lynx Vance, I believe in revenge, I believe in vengeance. Vanessa and Alexander will pay for their betrayal with their lives, and that useless thing in Vanessa's belly will face his doom soon," Lynx said firmly.

"Or kill me like you did with Mandy. I can’t live with the whoring. They're my sisters. You did it to me just to fuck with me! Why should you be different now? Please. I gave you everything. Your vengeance is complete. Please." Vincent lay draped over her, looking down at the woman who had somehow managed to make him love again, doing his best to keep his weight off her as he came. He couldn’t help it. He had become attached in a way that erased every line he once drew for women after Mandy. But Mandy's name no longer stirred anger in him. It was simply a scar that had finally stopped bleeding. "I'm afraid it's not, little mouse. The only way my vengeance ever could be complete is if I made

“And that’s why. I won’t give up on you either. Tell me, what do you need? I will arrange it, my brother. Let me help you too.” I stared at the photograph, the love crystal-clear. But the venom in my veins was too potent. The grief had mutated into a vengeful monster that demanded blood for blood. “Think, Zayne. That woman is already far from your reach. But, revenge isn’t.” And I had my answer ready. “Put a bounty on her,”

Johnny immediately rushed over and grabbed my hand, since the special effects makeup would probably become displaced if I overdid it. In any case, did I deserve to die, then?! Fuelled by my intense hatred, I somehow managed to shake Johnny off, even making him stagger backward. "You heartless man! Why didn't you drive more carefully?" I sobbed as I continued to slap Louis' face continuously with both my palms. "Why'd you leave me all alone? I hate you, I hate you! Get up and answer me!" I must have hit him a dozen times already, and my palms were already numb, but he hadn't so much as twitched an eyelid. From the looks of it, Johnny was quite heavy-handed with the anaesthesia.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

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.

On the ninth day, Giselle went into labor. The moment it began, Griffith's men came rushing to inform me. I wasted no time—I would finally avenge my children. But by the time I arrived, it was already over. Giselle had given birth. She lay exhausted on the bed, utterly drained. Griffith and his people surrounded the newborn, their faces glowing with joy. Not a single one of them spared a glance for the mother, even though they all knew she was about to die at my hands. I should have been thrilled. I should have felt the burning satisfaction of vengeance about to be fulfilled. Yet, standing there, looking at the scene before me, the fire in my chest flickered and died down.

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.

His suit is so dark that he easily bends in the dark. He shoves one hand out of his pocket. He looks like the most gorgeous man. But he's something else. Everyone is scared of him. He wants to touch her. But he doesn't. His anger makes the earth shake a bit. He focuses on her calm face. He couldn't gain that calmness. He's burning in vengeance. He's waiting for the right time to come. He couldn't change. What has already been decided? He raises his finger in the air. Her body begins to move with his finger's motion. He lifts her body in the air and reclines her head down on the fluffy pillow.

"Yes. We'll help you, pathetic little creature that you are. But not because I wish to help you. Because of what you'll do to repay me." The things I'll have you doing. Chest heaving, fire lit her eyes at his provocation. Enraged that he'd dare propose such a bargain. Dare make demands on her. Go ahead, be mad. That'll just make this vengeance all the sweeter. Disseus remembered his own rage. "What lengths are you willing to go to, to save your son. For your revenge?" He asked the question directly. Forcing her to answer the question just as bluntly.