Novel & Cerita Vengeance Books

“The Ghost won’t stop until they break one of you.” “I know.” She glanced at me. “And if they can’t break you?” I looked out at the horizon. “Then they’ll try to use her.” Gia nodded slowly. “Then you’d better make sure you’re ready.” I turned to her, voice low. “I’ve never been more ready in my life.” Because now, this wasn’t about survival anymore. It was about vengeance. About burning the name Vittore so deep into the earth that no one would ever dare to resurrect it again.

Anna POV I don't remember how long I sat there on the floor with her. My heart pounded so hard I could barely breathe. The blood had gone cold beneath my knees before I finally made myself move — before I finally let go of my mother's hand and understood that holding on wouldn't bring her back.

“Mona, you can’t trust them. They could be anyone—a rival gang, someone with their own vendetta against the Ruthless Knight or the rival gang your brother was affiliated with. You could end up in a worse position than you’re in now.” Her eyes filled with fresh tears, and she grabbed my hand. “Lyla, please. I don’t have anyone else to turn to. You’ve been looking for him, too. You understand what it’s like.” I swallowed hard. Did I understand? I have been consumed by my own thirst for revenge, desperate to make the people who hurt me pay. Even now, sitting across from Mona, I still don't feel guilty over my decision to opt for revenge not justice.

I wanted the heat in her veins, the rage trembling in her body, the way her eyes could spit hate while her lips trembled with a dangerous, unsaid desire. I wanted to conquer her, not destroy her. There’s a difference. Back in my study, I poured a drink, amber liquid catching the light like molten fire. I downed it in one swallow. The burn went down my throat, but it did nothing to ease the ache twisting in my chest. I set the glass down hard enough to leave a faint ring on the mahogany desk. The screen flickered to life.

"I hired a private investigator to dig up dirt on the Lorenzos, to expose their secrets as a means of revenge. But earlier today , I realized the extent of my actions and the harm I've caused and decided to stop the investigation. I've been secretly seeing Marco for months now, and I saw a text where his father asked him how far he had gone with trying to get me back, so they don't lose Isabella too. That text fueled my anger and blinded me to the consequences of my actions." Silence hangs in the air as I wait for my mother's response, the weight of my confession heavy on my shoulders. Finally, she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who are you, Valentina Luca, and what have you done

I’d be no use to Franka dead. I slumped against the wall. My emotions were all over the place. Sadness hit first, then heaviness and cold. Franka was hurting. Maybe dying. This was because she’d helped me. Guilt clawed my chest. Now Franka. My revenge was becoming a problem. It was like a blade, cutting everyone around me. Was it worth it? I pressed my palms to my eyes. My throat burned. I wanted to save them. To fix this. But the cost kept growing.

Her eyes scanned the words, but her breath caught on a single sentence. "A legally binding partnership between Adrian Carter and Scarlett Deveraux with the purpose of dismantling Daniel Carter, Liam Deveraux and Amelia Deveraux, by any means necessary." Scarlett’s fingers tightened around the paper. “You… want revenge.” Adrian’s smirk deepened. “I’ve spent years building my empire, waiting for the right moment to destroy him.” His gaze darkened. “And now? That moment is here.” Scarlett swallowed. “Why me?” Adrian leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His voice dropped to something dangerous, knowing.

Amia's fingers trailed over the well-worn pages of a book she had kept hidden—a collection of revenge plans and tricks she had meticulously crafted over the past five years. She opened the book, her eyes scanning the carefully laid-out schemes. Each page held a different idea, a different way to exact her vengeance on those who had wronged her. Some were intricate and elaborate, requiring careful planning and execution, while others were simple yet effective, designed to inflict maximum pain with minimal effort. Amia's gaze lingered on a particular plan, one that targeted Damien specifically. It involved exposing his lies and manipulating those around him to turn against him. She envisioned

“I’m not my parents, Jack. Whatever you think you have against them has nothing to do with me.” Grudgingly, I had to admit she wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t at fault for the sins of her parents. But that didn’t change the fact that I wanted revenge, that I needed it. Her family had taken everything from me. Her mother’s manipulations had started a war, a war that ended with my parents dead and my home destroyed. I had lost everything—my family, my pack, my inheritance. I had come to Crimson to get payback, to take what was mine. And in the process, I had met Kate.

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and