Vengeance Awakens In A Dream Novels & Stories

And he became so enraged that he was not sure himself that if he'll gonna kill her. He instantly took hold of her throat and pushed her to the wall with all the force that her head collided with the wall and started to ache. While the strong hold on her throat was making it difficult for her to breath. Her eyes almost popped out and her face turned blue due to the lack of oxygen. While he gritted his teeth in rage and was definitely planning to kill her. But then he thought that it will be the least punishment to kill her at once. She should suffer for all of her life and beg him herself for death. Only then she can realize what sin she has committed. She thought she was dying, the only thin

The night's ambush had left wounds that ran deeper than the physical, but it had also ignited a fire that would drive them to fight, to protect, and to reclaim what was rightfully theirs. Ethan's eyes fluttered shut as he succumbed to the embrace of sleep, his mind drifting into a realm where reality and imagination intertwined. In the hushed corners of his subconscious, a dream took shape, a vivid tapestry of images and sensations that beckoned him into its depths. He found himself standing in the heart of an ancient forest, the trees towering above him like sentinels of an age long past. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, a hum that resonated with power and purpose. And there,

Do you really have to offer yourself up? Aurora didn’t hesitate before slapping me again. "Rowan Vance, do you want to ruin Kieran’s future? He finally managed to pass the bar exam, and you’re telling him to go hire a prostitute?" Hearing this, Kieran’s eyes immediately reddened, and he began crying pitifully. "Rowan, I know you’re jealous of me. "But you stay at home all day doing nothing while Aurora supports the company on her own. Now that I can finally help her, you want to destroy me. Are you even a man?"

It had just one room and a living room, but the furniture was exquisite, and it's a spacious place. I kick off my heels and fall onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. My life has taken a turn for the strange. I hate Dante but... he's a little bit human. Not the evil villain I expected. He's just a little stuck-up. Or maybe very stuck-up. But it's not just about my revenge. The lives of so many other people are on the line—so many other girls. Rolling off the bed, I pull the bedside drawer open and pull out an old photo.

She turned and scurried. Dave got anxious and he tried to run after her, he screamed her name and halted as the taxi stood in his way. The taxi shifted to the road and Dave quickly walked up the road staring hard hoping to spot Ana. He looked around and sighed, "where did you vanish to Ana?" Tears gleamed in his eyes.

Pain seared through my scalp as my hair was yanked, and the next thing I knew, I was thrown back with such force that the flowerpot in my arms shattered on the ground. Julian stepped past me, wrapping his arms protectively around the weeping Averil. "Victoria, so what if that rag was something your murderer of a mother left behind? It’s just a rag. Using it as one is fitting." My mind exploded, the words echoing like a deafening roar. With one hand clutching the torn handkerchief and the other gripping a jagged piece of the broken flowerpot, only one thought consumed me, “Die! They both deserve to die!”

Dante roared but Emelda did not look affected by his sudden change of character. “A deal is a deal and they are the cost of her death. Dante, it is not I who killed our child but Cassandra and Laura. Why can't I seek revenge for my baby? Why can't you let me watch her die with her baby?” Emelda screamed angrily. Cassandra was not going to survive or her baby without medical assistance and that's all she wanted. She wanted nothing more but to see her wallow in pain and perish at the sight of her baby and husband dying before her with nothing to do to help them.

Her voice echoed in the empty space. “Wake you? How?" I asked She reached out, fingers brushing my cheek. The touch burned. “Not all deaths are endings,” she murmured. “And not all vengeance waits forever.” Her eyes flicked downward.to my chest, to my heart and then snapped back to mine. “They are hunting again,” she said. “And this time, you are meant to be seen.” The mist surged. She vanished without a trace. I screamed. And woke up gasping for breath. My chamber was dark, moonlight slanting in through tall arched windows. Sweat dampened my skin, my heart still racing as if the dream had followed me into reality.

They were so dark that they sent chills all over her body, making her scream in horror. Her screams echoed in her empty chamber, pulling her out of the frightening dream. Gasping for breath, Reyana found herself back in the harsh reality of her room, her heart racing and her skin damp with sweat. It took her a moment to register that it was just a terrifying dream, She felt a little discomfort beneath her dress, at the same spot the strange man had grazed her. Rushing to the mirror, her hands trembled as she pulled down her dress, revealing the spot where the man's claw had touched her. Her heart sank at the sight of the fresh cut on her back, indicating that she had woken up with the same c

I watched in horror as a figure merged from the shadows, plunging a blade deep into my side. A scream pierced through the chaos echoing in the depths of the night, startled. I awoke from the clutches of my dream, grasping for breath. The remnants of Cassandra's pain and the turmoil of the scene lingered in my mind, a haunting memory that refused to fade. As I lay there, drenched in sweat, I pondered the significance of this unsettling dream. Was it a reflection of my own fear and anxieties? Or was it a message from my subconscious, urging me to confront a hidden truth?