Vengeance Road Book Novels & Stories

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.

she said. Sucking the lump in my throat, I nodded. "But we're going to end it this time." Vanessa had a tremendous fire in her eyes. "Cease running." A Novel Mission A few minutes later, we left the penthouse and its broken memories behind and raced down the city's empty back roads. The icy wind outside screamed, slicing like a sword across the night. Damien kept his hands solid on the steering wheel and drove with deadly intent. Already, his mind was planning, calculating—getting ready for war

I rolled a few rounds on the ground and lay in a puddle of water on the side of the road. "Now your arms are broken. Are you satisfied now?" Finn asked me. I knew he was fucking gloating. I lay in the puddle without moving, soaked and drenched in mud. I can't believe I've paid a million krons on this fucking road! I thought to myself. Tomorrow I'll ask people to burn this fucking road and the mother fucker who has designed it! "Yeah, that's a very effective way to resolve road rage. Burn the road and kill the engineer," Finn scorned.

I filled up the tank of the black SUV, the one with the Lycan pack insignia on the bumper, and hit the road before the first light broke across the sky. Driving has always been therapeutic. The one place where I could let my mind race while my hands stayed steady. Whenever I was in a good mood, I used these long drives to strategize and go over plans in my head, weighing what was working and what needed to be thrown out. But this time, I was plotting revenge. I needed my pound of flesh, and I would get it. I couldn’t hurt Axel directly. No matter how justified it felt, something in me pulled back every time. There were lines even I wasn’t ready to cross, and I hated that. Because I knew exac

[Valerie] ** Three Months Ago ** I had all the tools I needed to execute the revenge I was hoping to wreak on the one who had robbed me of so much in my life. It plagued me for days on end - if it was the right thing to do. I sat at my desk in the library, paging through Stephen King’s “Doctor Sleep” but the words printed on the pages seemed to fuze and look like black lines and blotches across the pages. I had lost interest the moment I opened the first page, so how I was already on page fifty three was a mystery to me, because I couldn’t recall any of the words I had read.

He had played a card that involved Annabelle as a sacrifice for an unsteady peace. He needed to do something. He couldn't let Annabelle fall prey to a man's unjust wrath. Vanessa was guilty and deserved death. But that didn't matter, as Annabelle was just a commoner. He wouldn't let Frenger have his way. He moves quickly, his boots thudding the marble hallway that led to his father's throne room. There he was, the foolish, king of premature judgment. " Father I demand a private time with you" Richard commanded his nostrils flaring.

"Yes. We'll help you, pathetic little creature that you are. But not because I wish to help you. Because of what you'll do to repay me." The things I'll have you doing. Chest heaving, fire lit her eyes at his provocation. Enraged that he'd dare propose such a bargain. Dare make demands on her. Go ahead, be mad. That'll just make this vengeance all the sweeter. Disseus remembered his own rage. "What lengths are you willing to go to, to save your son. For your revenge?" He asked the question directly. Forcing her to answer the question just as bluntly.

In quest for vengeance, Cassio became an heartless monster, until he met Skylar. His search for the unknown Mafia that had attacked the night his mum died made him, attack every Mafia cult in Italy, defeating everyone of them until. The red dragons became the most feared Mafia in Italy ever since then, not until he met Skylar and things were begining to change. He became cool, he hardly kill anyone when he gets angry especially when he was with Skylar, he had started getting used to forgiving people when they made him angry. Many people thought Skylar was putting him under some psychological training, while some thought, she was his girlfriend and love overcame all the evil in him

After the wedding, I knew Zac would help me bring down James' company. I knew I had too much to do but that was less than the pain I felt during the hours they hid me. I want to hurt them over and over. I want them to kneel at my feet while crying and apologizing. I'm not going to stop until I get what I want. I will torture them and abandon them. I will exact my vengeance until the day I die. I was so angry that I just burst into tears. I retouched my make-up again and they reminded me not to cry too much because my make-up was a waste. They thought so I was crying out of excitement. But what they didn’t know was the anger and pain so I cried.

Ethan might have been framed all along. I was standing at a dangerous crossroads. I had to choose right now, do I blindly trust a mysterious stranger pushing me to my revenge, or do I trust what my own eyes are seeing in Ethan's private papers?