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

He never let go of Patrick's neck and slowly lifted him in the air. "You have no right to call Klea, a bitch nor useless!" I saw that his grip was tighter. "She's an r-real bb-bitch a-after all!" "Shut up!" Saint shouted in the face of Dr. Patrick. I looked at Psalm and saw sadness in his eyes. My eyes immediately widened when Deus suddenly stabbed Saint with a throwing knife. I started to panic and I got more nervous. "Saint!" I shouted when I saw that he was getting weaker, he is not recovered fully! And that impact may shatter his body!

that he would reach the point where he would one by one erase my family from the world because of his selfishness. So, now that I was lucky enough to survive the accident I faced to escape my demon husband, I would really use the miracle that happened to me to get up and start again. And when the time is right, I will return to them. I will return him to pay for his arrears to me. "When he returned to this country, we welcomed him with cruel karma. I will take Sarah back and I will make that family suffer the deluge they made me suffer. Because the moment we face each other once again, they will taste how sweet my vengeance is.”

I listened to the sound of his ragged breathing, waited for the exact moment when he was on the cusp of death, and walked in. I said calmly, "Don't kill him yet. I haven't even started playing." I stepped into the room with a blank expression. Celeste's leg was still injured. Vincent saw me and dropped to his knees, crawling to my feet like a worm. "Finnegan, I didn't mean to! I won't fight you for Celeste anymore. Please, please have mercy! It was her brother who died, not yours..." My fist cut his words short. His jaw snapped with a satisfying crack.

“I asked a simple question, please.” ‘This motherfucker always treats people like pieces of shit when he is the real piece of shit.. He is a big-headed bastard, and got what he deserved.. I admit I got his hotel locked up but I didn't do it alone. Apparently, this bastard has lots of enemies, and I am not even surprised.’ I thought and caught Santiago smiling. ‘Wonder what you are laughing at.’ I mouthed the words and he looked away. “Maverick.. You will get everything back.. It is already settled! I spoke to some people in charge and you will get everything back..”

I couldn't help myself and yelled at him He take another zip from his wine, enjoying it's exquisite taste. "I see no reason of helping you. I don't do charity works. And besides, I'am not the God of Justice. I can't promise you that you will receive the justice and revenge that you wanted." I felt like someone had shooted me thousands of arrows to the different parts of my body. He's such a dumb straight-forwarded person. He didn't care about the feelings of others. "So you consider 'helping me' as a charity work?!" I exclaimed, I feel so humiliated right now.

It was through this vulnerability that our love grew stronger, fortified by the trials we had endured together. The scars of our past would forever remain, a constant reminder of the pain we had caused and the journey we had embarked upon. But they no longer defined us. Instead, they served as a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and the capacity for change. The pack, once fractured, started to mend, held together by the shared commitment to upholding principles of honor and accountability.

The newcomer first showed disdain, then grunted in pain as he felt his internal organs about to explode with an indescribable burning sensation. He landed on the ground, stumbling backward several steps before finally stabilizing himself. When he looked at Andrew again, his eyes were filled with absolute terror. How could this person force him back with just one palm strike? As the family patriarch, Carson Schwartz had the power of a martial saint. Although he had only recently advanced, a martial saint was still a martial saint, not a weakling. When had martial saints become so fragile and easy to defeat? "Dad, save me! Please save me!" Dawson screamed at this moment. "You have to kill this

A look of shock appeared on Martha's face as she stopped in the hallway and stared blankly at Melina before she shouted, “Dean!!! She’s here!” “That fucking bastard!!!” Melina screamed, her whole body shaking in rage. The rope mark on her wrists caught Martha's attention, and she whispered, “Melina, your skin!” “I know! I know!! The dehumanization that that dirty dog made me go through because of stupid Peach is just... just... fucking sick!!!” Melina yelled with a look of pure hatred in her eyes. Immediately, Madam Jewel and Dean halted in their steps on the stairs when she saw Melina, and the volume of her scream echoed in their ears, making them flinch.

Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles white from the force of her anger. At that moment, she knew she had to find a way to overcome this injustice. The vampires had taken so much from her - her loved ones, her sense of safety, and now, even her own life seemed threatened. But she refused to give in to despair. Instead, she vowed to train harder, to become stronger, and to one day exact her revenge on the creatures that had brought her so much pain. Her determination burned bright within her, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded her. And as she lay there, battered and bruised, she knew that this was only the beginning of her journey towards Vengeance.

This time his growl was lascivious but I wouldn't give him more until he saw what I saw. "Please, don't blame yourself," my words were muffled against his lips. He let out a frustrated sound, devouring my mouth as he inched his hands up the gown. I clutched his wrists to stall the movement and, with my free hand, I traced the new scars he sported on his face, "I wish I could have been there with all of you. I'm so sorry I wasn't. Saint...she grew on me," I admitted with a ghost of a smile, "she will always be here, Victor," I dropped my hand to his hammering heart and then moved it to his temple, "and here. She will never truly be gone. But this, it's not you who is at fault. I guarantee, Sa