Vengeance And Untold Love Novels & Stories

“You were only a child back then when your mother was murdered. Anyone would have wanted revenge for that—” Yuri cut Ren off. “I knew what was going to happen,” she stated, not looking at Ren, and the guy could only stare at Yuri. “I knew what was going to happen if I pursued the path of vengeance. My mother and uncle have never really told me what my uncle did when I was a child. But I’ve learned enough from my mother that I actually knew the nature of his job.” Yuri gave out a small sigh. “Hatred and vengeance begets nothing but more pain and suffering. My mother told me that enough times in the past.” She sighed. “But I didn’t care. Now…I suppose I’m paying the price for my decision.”

​A wave of absolute, toxic jealousy crashed over me. ​It hit me so hard my knees actually went weak. I was staring at my own mother, and all I felt was pure, burning hatred. Why does she get to have him? The sick, twisted thought ripped through my brain. I hated her for being the one in that bed. I hated that she was taking his heavy thrusts, feeling the exact same overwhelming fullness that had completely ruined me just hours ago. ​Then, Vance lifted his head. ​Through the dark room, his eyes cut straight to the door. He looked right through the crack and locked eyes with me.

"They died fighting for our family. But they're dead because of you. Because of your sick need for revenge." "And that's going to be your end, Felix," she stepped closer, close enough to smell his expensive cologne. "I'm going to destroy you from the inside out. I'm going to take everything you love and burn it to ash." "Is that a threat, wife?" "It's a fucking promise, husband." They stared at each other across the space between them, two predators circling, waiting for first blood. "Vincent," Felix said quietly, never taking his eyes off Muna. "Return our guests to their rooms."

He just hoped that none of this affected what he had with Sidney. At the end of everything, he hoped that the both of them came out strong and that exactly was enough for him. He could feel it in his blood that everything would all come to an end soon, and then he can have the full attention of the woman he loved. That, he hoped was going to happen soon enough. He hoped that this was the beginning of their story, and the end of their reluctance, and of the revenge she so much had her mind set on. That would clear everything up for the both of them.

Disbelief. One comment from his wife: *My husband is innocent. Someone did this to him. Please, if anyone knows anything, come forward.* I closed the laptop. Pressed my hands to my face. I'd spent two years planning revenge on a monster. But somewhere along the way, I'd become one myself. And the worst part? I wasn't sure I cared anymore. Because Morrison's destruction meant I was safe. Meant Brennan would stop digging. Meant I could keep going. Keep destroying Adrian piece by piece until there was nothing left.

“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.

I am not sure I want his love because I am not the right girl for him but I want him to forgive me if not today then sometime in future. "Your silence confirms my doubts Amelia." "What doubts?" I asked Nick confused. "Nothing for you to know sweet pea. Just keep this in your mind that he forgave you the day he came out of coma but the death of his brother filled his heart with hatred and desire for revenge." "Sean was in coma?" Oh god if I knew I wouldn't have left Manhattan. I want to comment on ‘sweet pea’ but didn’t. "Is that all you gathered from what I said?"

He explained as I stared at the tattoo on his chest. "I don't care if it was a mistake or you had a good reason for it, the fact still remains that I lost my parents because you wanted to rape me. I got pregnant from that rape and I had to abort it, there is no way I am forgiving that. I will kill you like I killed the rest of your gang members." I said categorically and I don't care if Asher will send me to prison or not.

Or wanting to exert vengeance on. Yet, some softer, vulnerable part of me wants her to stay as mine. To cherish her. To care for her. Vengeance and tenderness don’t blend together. Somewhere along the line, one will overpower the other. I wonder which of these powerful feelings will triumph against the other. My tenderness and vulnerability for Dawn. Or my raw hanker for vengeance? I don’t why I hanger for vengeance. For revenge but some dark parts of me wants it. Some twisted part of me craves it.

The thought of finally discovering whether my childhood crush could blossom into true love kept my spirits high, fueling my belief in the magic of fate. As the years rolled by, I blossomed into an attractive and bright young woman, full of ambition and dreams. However, with each passing year, it seemed that my increasing beauty and intellect only deepened the resentment my mother and younger sister felt toward me. It was as if my very presence was a constant reminder of everything they wished to forget, and I began to sense a profound animosity brewing beneath the surface. My mother, once a nurturing figure, now regarded me with a cold disdain that was impossible to ignore. Every glance she