Vengeance From A Saint Full Of Wounds Novels & Stories

I fretted. Jake hesitated and turned back realizing that I was not behind him. He looked at me, my face burned in embarrassment. I stared at him retracing his steps towards me, and my heart clobbered. "Why are you hanging by the door what hap...." He paused noticing the edge of my blouse slashed.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Ember held her arm tightly as blood spread from the hem of her clothes. Caleb tensed up as he carefully lifted the clothes on Ember's arm. "You are hurt!" Caleb immediately panicked, but at the same time he felt intensified anger towards Henry. Ember groaned in pain, making Caleb's heart ache. Caleb couldn't imagine what cruel deeds Henry had done before he arrived at the scene. Hearing Ember's groan, Caleb made up his mind to make sure that Henry would suffer a fate worse than death.

And that makes me want to help him more, he doesn't deserve any of it. I sighed. Thinking about why Lucinda did that to him wants me to question her, her jealousy and the hatred she felt led her in a dark path. This is dangerous, but nothing is more dangerous than the heart who's craving for an answer. I will do everything to find that out. And I hope when that time comes, she can let him go, she can let go of the past. Sebastian has nothing to do with what his father did, and letting him suffer just to get revenge is not right. He was just a baby at that time and if I will think of it, even him will not agree with his father's actions. He is an upright man, and he will never do such a thing

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

Her fast mind thought it was better to first know what was asked of her, do it, and get the hell out of there and find out more about how she was in Isabella’s body. James continued while pacing back and close and forth in the office, “But now, The Romano has gotten his misplaced revenge on us. We didn't kill his father, but he has killed ours and we will not let this slide. Never!" James boomed once again. His voice, laced with ill-concealed malice, made him sound like a savage. He was envisioning how he would get his revenge and pull the trigger. Jennifer slowly raised her hand. "Do you have something else to ask?" James asked.

I looked at the deadbolt. "Oh, for f**k’s sake, don't give me that look!" Ignatius slammed the bottle onto the table. Red wine splattered my ruined shirt. "I’m trying here! I’m being the man you fell for. The one who protected you. The Saint. Remember? I was your goddamn Saint!"

Like I'm unstoppable. "You remember me?" I question hoarsely, my grip tightened around the length of the blade. Vincent meets my gaze then looks away, his body trembling in pain. I nod my head. "Yeah..." I trail off. "You remember me." I state as I slowly sink the sharp blade deeper into his flesh. "What do you want?" He questions, his voice low and shaky. Revenge, I want fucking revenge. Anger seethes under my skin, as the man finally looks at me, his cold stare meeting mine. The smell of fresh blood works its way to my nostrils.

“So, you’d take the blood oath, and then what? Sign in as a soldier? It’s your obligation anyways.” “Well, I guess so. I really don’t need so sign in to avenge my parents. I’m a one man squad. Father always told me that disobedience is the freedom to liberty. So, once I’m ready, I’ll go straight to my old pack and get my vengeance.” I ended so determined, as if it was some easy task. “And then what?” She never stopped looking directly at my eyes. I was kinda shy at this point. Before I could answer, she grabbed my shirt roughly, our foreheads came to a collision. I could feel her breath in my neck. It was hot and soothing.

“Do you understand what it means to betray a Santoro? Do you understand what it means to harm my children, to threaten what I love, to manipulate and murder and lie? You will never escape this, Owen. You will die tonight.” His eyes fill with tears, a mixture of shame and terror, but I let none of it soften me. The night is mine, the ocean endless, the deck a stage for the reckoning that must come. I press the blade firmly against his wrist, letting him feel the cold steel bite deep, cutting one finger at a time until the confession is complete, until the truth is irrevocable, until the realization dawns that I am no longer the frightened child, the powerless daughter, but the unstoppable Don