Vengeance Is Mine Novel Novels & Stories

I asked inside my mind. I stretched my mimic muscles forming a dumb smile, trying to find the words to describe my novel, that wouldn't give him any stupid ideas… But, I instantly got tired of making it all too complicated. “It's about revenge. My main character lost his loved one and he kills everyone who was the part of the plot,” I stated, letting it all go. After all, there were a lot of stories like that before. Acting suspicious about the subject of my novel could only make my situation worse.

Or does she have any relation with another man? Maybe the mate bond was letting me see her good side only. But she was not a whore at least. When we mated, she was a virgin. But I can’t also believe she is innocent. What she has done to me... But I have to think before I do something. I don’t want to regret later for my wrongdoings. I have done a lot of things to hurt her, to take my revenge for what she has done with me. But I never feel peace. I have also suffered with her.

Her father put his hands in the air, waving an invincible white flag. Something stirred inside Minnow's gut, and she did not fully agree with her own words. Some criminals did deserve to die. This thought initially scared her, but she could feel how the seed of vengeance planted itself deep inside her conscience as a powerful internal force. Minnow's brain began filling with the thoughts about how sweet it would feel to torture the men that had wronged her—using the act of revenge as a way of gaining closure. It was like her mind was becoming a foreign land.

She was mine, and from this day onward I would be whatever she needed me to be. A man. A friend. A lover. A killer. Because God was my witness, no one would ever hurt this woman ever again. Even though she had cured my blackened heart, a part of me would always be the ruthless, callous bastard. Only this time I had something worth fighting for. Something worth killing for. In this city, I was a fucking prince, and I would ruin and rule to protect what was mine…from this day forward. ***** --------------- This is the end of the Bologna series and I just want to say thank you for sticking with me throughout this journey. I made this chapter extra long as my way of saying thank you for your lov

“Six times, Martha. I’ve lived it six times, and every time, I die before I can fix it. She’s taken everything from me—my father, my brothers, my throne… Jane.” Her expression crumbles at the mention of Jane’s name. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she whispers, pulling me into her arms again. Her embrace is warm and comforting—the only place I ever feel safe. “You carry too much pain for someone so young.” “I’m not young,” I murmur against her shoulder. “Not inside.” She exhales shakily and pulls back to meet my gaze. “Then promise me something: when the time comes—when you face her again—don’t let vengeance darken your heart. The moment you do, she wins.”

The nightmare still lingered too vividly in her mind. The blood. That voice. Those memories. Or perhaps they weren’t memories at all. Probably just a nightmare. Elara pressed trembling fingers against her temple and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. “What is happening to me…?” she whispered hoarsely into the empty room. Ever since her rebirth, everything had become tangled together in ways she could no longer understand. At first, she had been so certain. So focused and so consumed by hatred. The Vaughn family had been her entire reason for surviving this second chance. Every plan she made, every step she took, every breath she drew had revolved around revenge for the suffering they caused her

With him occupied, I pulled out the book I had managed to slip away from the library. The title ‘MINE’ was embossed in gold, though the letters were slightly worn as if they had been traced a thousand times. I opened the first page, expecting a ledger or a cold list of assets. Instead, I found a confession. The handwriting was sharp, elegant, and heavy with intent, like a chronicle of an obsession. Page after page, the author described a woman with a poetic, almost frightening reverence. He wrote about the way her hair caught the morning light, the specific, melodic pitch of her laugh, and the way she tasted like summer rain and secrets.

A fire that long since burned out. But now, it's crackling. A living flame and all I want to do is burn everything to the ground with it. Tears wet my face as I stared at the name scribbled on the journal. Dante Romano. I guess I'll be your new predator.

The moment he killed my mother, taking from me the one and only person who ever mattered, I’ve been plotting his downfall. It wasn’t until Lilian Vance’s funeral that I knew exactly how I was going to get my revenge. Vance fell off the wagon after his wife’s death, his gambling problem multiplying into the millions. He thought he had time to pay his debts, he was comfortable and being comfortable left you vulnerable. He didn’t have shit now—nothing but her. Now, I finally have her, my prize. My Serena. A dark raven-haired beauty that would soon become my wife. As if she can hear me thinking her name, she shoves at my arm, her nails sinking into the flesh as she struggles to get away from me.

It looked like a human, anything in mortal form I suppose, and was large and broad in stature. “I am human,” the book snarled. “I am vengeance. The wolves took everything from me. They took my wife, my child, but they will not take me. I will enslave them all and kill them off one by one… the world will know my need for revenge is undying.” I shuddered, blinking back petrified tears. “Close the book, Justin, please!” My mate marched forward.