Vengeance From A Saint Full Of Wounds の小説・ストーリー

My bloodied hands had tightened my hold on the steering wheel, and I almost turned around to go back to the motel, but it would be pointless. I was certain I killed Saint. “You don’t deserve the death I gave you,” I said angrily. As I watched his blood get flushed out through my bathroom hole, I felt rage and revenge filling my soul. There was the regret for not being patient enough to get the information I needed out of him, but it was more of rage and revenge that I was feeling right now. “I will find you in hell, Saint, and I will kill you all over again,” I snarled.

"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.

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

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!”

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

--- “Yes.” A pause. Then— “But someone used your name.” --- Silence. --- “And now we’re all paying for it.” --- Lucien released him abruptly. Stepping back. --- Because that— That made this bigger than revenge. --- Much bigger. --- “They’re coming,” the man said. --- My chest tightened again. --- “Who?” --- “All of them.” --- A pause. Then— “And they won’t stop.” --- Lucien’s gaze darkened. --- “They won’t get far.”

In that same second, before he even finishes the sentence, Saint clocks his right cheek with the back of his gun, making him grunt in pain and move back, "What the fuck is your problem?" "You are," Saint growls and then turns his head to look at me. His eyes look black and filled with hurt and anger and I just want to apologize, "If you ever let this guy inside your room again, I'll blow up his fucking head on top of you and I won't feel bad about it this time." I shake my head, fighting the memories I've tried really hard to forget, but my stomach twists with fear and disgust.

“Whenever I remember that man that hurt her, I feel angry. I want justice for my mama and it’ll spelled out on his descendants.” There’s no point denying my thirst for revenge and blood. I pour out how bitter I feel towards Vladimir. How I yearn to taste the blood of his people on my hands. “Have you found anyone at all?” she asks, leaning into me. “None,” I say with a growl. I pull Dawn against me and we lay quiet. ** I showed Dawn the things my mama loved about our Orthodox church and went for a Rodeo bull ride, enjoyed a little before coming back.

Saint said in his mind, "Lucas! This might slightly be painful for you but it's crucial to give this bitter pill to you in order to kill that anger that's been making you hurt our mate! I am sorry!" Lucas was a bit taken aback. He was shocked to hear Saint's words. His words reverberated in his ears painfully. Saint could see the surging anger within him and decided that now was the time to burn his anger and his wrath further. Clearing his throat, Saint prepared to blast Lucas' mind. It was necessary to do this to Lucas to give him his own taste of bitterness that he was digging into Skyla by hurting her.

“It was all me. All my plans. To get back at him. To hurt him in the worst way possible.” “And you?” He chuckled darkly. “You were the perfect weapon. So naive. So desperate for revenge. You made it so easy for me.” Everything blurred around me, my vision swimming as tears filled my eyes. I turned my gaze to Vincent and the look he gave me shattered what was left of my heart. Tears spilled down my cheeks uncontrollably, burning hot trails on my skin. “If you come any closer, I swear I’ll fucking kill her!” Santiago shouted, the gun pressing harder against my temple.