Novel & Cerita Vengeance Dc

Revenge. FLASHBACK ends... * * *

I shook my head. "We still don't know the whole story behind that, but after this we will work harder just to get the justice Madam Olaga deserves, to get it all for those who sacrifice themselves for the pack, for the safety of the people who are still here. "I hope you can really find those people. And if they are already dead by now, I hope their souls will get the punishment, more than they deserve. And if I die, I would definitely look for them to take revenge." Eve's voice cracked so I rubbed her back, I know she needs someone to lean on right now.

Hesitated, his subordinates asked, "Chief, he's willing to pay so much. Why not take the money and let them go? K doesn't have to know." Despite the temptation, Scarface rebuked his subordinate with a slap, cautioning, "Idiot! If K gets wind of this, we're finished." After his reprimand, he raised his gun and fired at Caleb. The muzzle of the gun was a terrifying sight, but Caleb managed to dodge it just in time, narrowly escaping the bullet. "Caleb!" Ember cried out, losing her composure and rushing to his side. Scarface, taken aback, remarked, "I didn't expect you to be so agile, dodging a bullet like that. You're lucky this time, but there won't be a next."

Dark silk, soft and flowing. “I’m sorry,” he said. And then he left me standing in the silence of his office. I was angry instantly. This men are not just werewolves killers. They are also men without morals. I carried the dress back to my room like. Every step, my mind spun faster. If I entered Lucan’s chamber, could I kill him, will I survive it? Would it even matter?

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

What if the pain never went away? A cold shiver ran through her as she thought about the possibility of waking up again. She didn’t want to. A single tear fell from her eyes, disappearing into her blood-stained hair. Then her eyes were beginning to close. She desperately embraced the darkness, hoping it was the end of her life. But if she ever opened her eyes again, she would make them pay for everything they had done to her, especially Andreas King. It was the last thought in her mind before everything went blank.

Of course, I say that in my head and not out loud. "Thank you." I nod and enter the car. Soon, we're out on the road and on our way home. "I want to apologize for yelling at you the other day." His eyes are fixed on the road, not sparing me a glance. I have to be deaf. I have to be fucking deaf if I just heard Dante apologize to me. W... that would mean that he did look into the Armenians. And probably saw what we wanted him to see. Good. I keep my face forward, not sparing him a glance. Tit for tat. An eye for an eye.

I could still hear her voice, trembling yet proud, confessing the unthinkable as if it were proof of her devotion. And here she was, acting like a fragile little thing, while her eyes practically screamed that she’d already won. My thoughts turned dark. I looked at Vance and wondered if this was really what he wanted. Did he want a woman who would kill her own blood just to get into his bed? And, if she could kill her own pup, what else would she do? What else would he let her do? The betrayal wasn't just him anymore. It was both of them. Standing there in my own bedroom, I felt a new kind of fire starting to burn in my chest. It wasn't love, and it wasn't pain, it was a promise of vengeance

He would never love someone like me. But on the brighter side, I am using him too. To get my revenge, to uncover the truth of what happened to Sarah, I had to play his game. I had to let him use me so that I could use him in return. I don’t care if it would leave me heartbroken or worthless, I had a mission and I must fulfill it. I didn't realize I was crying until a hot tear splashed onto the back of my hand. "I'm doing this for you, Sarah," I whispered into the empty room, my voice trembling. "I'm going to make him pay for every word in that letter and everything he made us go through."

How can one shoot his blood brother, worse enough, his twin brother? Thank God Geoffrey didn't die. See who's lying six feet under the ground? George and his conniving wife Kate. They all harmed us, thinking we will end up miserable all our lives but everything they had planned for us turned to them. God eventually paid them for their wrong deeds, avenging our sorrows. Isn't this karma? I'm not rejoicing now that they're dead...hell no! God knows how many times I had wished that they were alive so as to change and at least be sorry for their mistakes,even if they couldn't correct them!