Vengeance Is Mine Novel Novels & Stories

The older man’s expression remained calm. “You finally look like a man again.” Dante’s jaw tightened visibly. “You used me.” Victor chuckled softly. “Of course I did.” The words came too easily. And that only made Dante’s anger explode further. He grabbed Victor roughly by the collar and slammed him against the wall. “I’ll kill you.” Strangely enough— Victor only smiled faintly. “You won’t dare.” Dante’s eyes sharpened dangerously. “Try me.” Victor stared at him for several long seconds.

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

“What exactly do you want, Isabella?” The answer came so easily to me. So clearly. The fire and rage inside me burned hotter than ever. I lifted my chin, my tears still wet on my face. I knew what I wanted. Exactly what I wanted. “Revenge.” The word broke through the silence like glass. The corner of Malakai's lips lifted ever so slightly, almost like he expected it. “Revenge is what I want

And then, when Vanya was nothing but a broken shell, I would be there to pick up the pieces, to remind Cian of what he had thrown away. With renewed determination, I started the car and drove away from the clinic, my mind already working through the details of my revenge. The pain in my body was nothing compared to the fire burning in my heart-a fire that would consume Vanya and leave Cian with nothing but ashes. As I drove, a twisted smile played on my lips. Let the games begin!

I return to my window, I look at the city, I look at the falling snow, I look at what I have built, what I have destroyed, what I have become, and I wonder, for the first time since I began this vengeance, if this was what I wanted, if this was what I was seeking, if this is power—this immense solitude, this absolute void, this total absence of everything that made me a living person. In the silence of my office, in the silence of my victory, in the silence of my defeat, I hear Matha's voice from six years ago, when I arrived at her place with nothing, with no one, just a round belly and a head full of nightmares. I hear her voice telling me: "Vengeance, my dear, is like poison. It never kil

Nobody was there to pick me up when I regained consciousness on the cold floor with purple marks around my neck. I was all alone when I had to apply makeup to hide what was happening to me. It was me and me alone with tears dried on my cheek because I didn't have anyone who cared about me. I have to avenge that little girl standing by my mother's grave crying for her to wake up. I have to do something. I can feel the side of my face burning, and I turn to the heat. My eyes meet the stormy ones of Alessi, who looks like he wants to kill me with that look alone.

She glared at Autumn and asked, "How can you help this stupid guy kidnap Zach, Autumn? I'm disappointed in you." She shoved Autumn to the floor, then snatched the baton and walked toward me maliciously. We were at the VIP ward on the fourth floor. Doctors and nurses rarely came by. Every strike she brought down on my legs sent waves of pain tearing through me. "You'll lose a leg today. That's the only way to make up for what Zach has suffered," she said. I was pinned down and helpless. Just when I was about to lose hope, hurried footsteps pounded down the hall. Then, my sister's furious voice split the air. "Stop! What the hell are you doing?" she yelled.

Trees lined the roads, and the distant hills spread like a sleeping city. Niya looked back and saw Reena in the mirror. “So… what were you reading last night that made you so late?” Reena took a long breath and said, “Ugh, don’t even ask. That story’s villain is so stupid!” Niya laughed and asked, “Villain? So what kind of book were you reading?” Reena closed her eyes and said, “Man, the hero clearly says no, so why does the girl keep chasing him?

She was gone before I could respond. I just smiled, watching her hurry off toward the chief. I finished preparing the tea and headed toward Prince Pavan's chamber. Walking through the corridor, I suddenly came across Queen Camille, moving in the same direction. The moment I saw her, my heart tightened. We stared at each other across the distance. For a moment, I wanted nothing more than to run at her and stab her where she stood. Anger boiled beneath my skin. My grip tightened around the tray. I forced myself to control it.

The dim glow cast off by my laptop lit up the room: the only light aside from the faint moonlight that streamed in through the curtains. I flipped through the pages of my journal, reading through entries I had scrawled with raw, unfiltered anger. Now, it has turned into something far more dangerous: Innocence. Lena Reynolds had stolen my fiancé, my dignity, the story of my life. She had paraded her victory without an ounce of shame. But this was not the same Cassidy Graham she had brought low. I was not the broken woman left at the altar. I had sharpened, focused, and tightened myself for my vengeance: worthy of leaving her gasping.