Vengeance From A Saint Full Of Wounds Novels & Stories

He knew it wasn't entirely her fault but it was still her fault but could his revenge cure the painful past he had by making her present full of thorns. Will his past scars be healed by wounding her present? But the main question will his torture be able to make wounds on her when she's already half dead because of the regret? ________________________________________ Next will be after two days kindly guys increase the stars of the book. And also increase the followers. Be ready to see her redemption. So be ready. Till the next Adios.

I am a loser trying to fit inside Arthur's world. We are bound to forget each other. I am bound to burry the pain and anger inside of me. I left him first that morning without saying a word nor wake him up to say goodbye because I can't take it if I saw him myself walking away from me while saying that everything doesn't last.

Someone who only knows how to hurt the people he claims to love, someone who thinks an empty apology can undo the damage. Suddenly the memories shift, and I see myself dragging a sobbing Giselle out of our house. A sharp pain stabs at my chest as shame washes over me. The way I treated her... the cruelty in my actions… she never deserved any of it. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the image of the man I became—the man who broke the woman he was supposed to love more than anything. When the visions finally dissolve into an endless sea of darkness, I’m overcome by a strange peace I’ve never known.

The scars on his body were a remainder of the pain he had worked hard to avenge. He heard a meek knock over the door and that was enough to ignite the fire of vengeance in his heart, it was the sign that the time to work on his plan had finally knocked over his slept fate. He stared at the dark sky letting the side of his lips tilt up a bit watching the vision of their upcoming doom. They had lived quiet a good life till now, he was all ready and hyped to destroy that little goodness that was left in their lives. He wouldn't be the naive fool they named him as anymore, he had became a monster. A horrifying beast having no word as mercy in his dictionary.

I shook with the readiness to go and have that crown placed on my head. Then I'd have the resources to really get my revenge. I would rain choas on his empire. The Black Saint had no idea what was coming. But he would learn soon enough.

You make me sick Christabel, let go of me. (Kelly storms out, sobs quietly as she tries so hard to keep the tears from falling. It was heartbreak all over again, the feeling of anger and betrayal overwhelmed her). Taxi! Where to Ma'am? Anywhere but here. Okay Ma'am. I'm sorry, but I can't help but ask, are you okay? Yes, I am, mind your business. Oh okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak to you the way I did. You didn't deserve it, Kelly said. It's alright Ma'am.

He looked as shell shocked as I was and I reminded myself that he was as much the enemy as his father was. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the three. My vengeance would continue as planned, and Zane would go down with his father. My name is Aya Jacobs and I'm the machete of Justice on all who wronged me. I won't stop till they're all six feet under.

She had dropped all of her hopes that she would be saved today but still god is by her side. When Ibrahim saw the shirtless Kai and his wife beneath him. Her dress was open up to her shoulder. When Ibrahim saw her in that state he felt like he was boiling with anger and felt it running through every single one of his veins. Ibrahim's expression has darkened and his jaw has clenched so tightly, it appears that the beast within his body is being unleashed. He approached Kai, grabbed him, and punched him right on the face, resentment blossomed within him.

Saint says with an evil smile, his fangs showing and making him look more devilish. Saint nods his head at his men and they immediately grab Maxwell, holding his hands still on the chop board. “I am sorry. Please, please. Don't do this. I beg you." Maxwell starts to cry, fear written clearly on his face as he begs Saint. He searches around for someone to save him from this devil, bit everyone just watched on silently. His pleas fall on deaf ears as Saint ignores them. Saint raises the knife, bringing it down on his wrist and successfully chopping his hands off.

This man is unique in his operations and is very dedicated to making the Mafia World justifiable and to stay a secret. This man, as his Don has described to them, is a man in a white tux and has the eye of the dead eagle. A merciless, evil, sinister man who is considered the Grim Reaper of Mafias. He is called the Mafia Saint. Saint stood confidently in front of the De Rossi Capo without any emotions that can be read. He waited for this day to come that he could enter a very complicated Famiglia like the De Rossi. He admits to himself that right at this very moment, vengeance is what he wants, not just to warn them of the Mirage's rules. The last memory of his late father lingered in his min