Vengeance Road Book Novels & Stories

I was standing on my own two feet, even if my legs felt weak. On the other hand, Kent's face appeared uninvited. I tried to shake it off, but his memory was like a leech draining my energy. I could still feel the tightness in my chest from seeing him getting intimate with that girl in front of his house. Disappointed was too mild a word. It was a sense of betrayal that made my throat ache. All this time, I had placed all my hopes on Kent, thinking that if I lost my family, I at least had him. As it turned out, I lost everything all at once. My departure for Meridian was an escape, but also an admission of my own stupidity for believing sweet promises too easily.

He’s an asshole. “What about your life after the vengeance?” Klara asked again but Ralph is silent. After vengeance? Will he still be alive? Even if he is… there is no point in living because he can’t live with her. Who knows what happens when Rocco opens his mouth? Even if Rocco didn’t join hands with Carl and Matthew…Carl did kill his mother so it’s obvious how things would be after vengeance. Klara’s eyes watered as his silence prolonged but she blinked them away sniffling softly and spoke

"I pushed my best friend away, I had nobody but myself. I blamed it all on the Morettis, of course. They ruined my mother's life and, in turn, ruined mine. I was going to get revenge on their kids, but my conscience was bothering me so much that I was fighting against it. I wanted to destroy the triplets so badly, make them suffer the way I suffered. You know how that ended up. All that time, I was plotting their demise until I realized I'm inlove with them, and I just couldn't do it." I turn around and look into Lilly's face, the tears streaming down her perfect cheeks. I really don't know how I ever thought I looked like Raquel when I'm looking at the exact replica of myself. "At the end,

Dayton instructed firmly, his foot pressing down hard on the accelerator as the vehicle surged forward with a burst of speed that left the surroundings a blur. The road stretched out ahead of us, illuminated only by the headlights cutting through the darkness of the night. Each passing moment brought us closer to the Blackwood pack, where the safety of our pack members hung in the balance. As we raced towards our destination, thoughts raced through my mind. The memories of my father's death and my mother's tragic fate fueled a fierce determination within me. It wasn't just duty that drove me now; it was a thirst for justice, a desire to avenge the ones I had lost.

But refinement was a flimsy excuse these days, barely concealing the hunger for vengeance that dwelt at my insides. For years, I'd nursed my resentment. Now, the truth sat on my tongue. It was a bitter pill refusing to be swallowed. He was alive, and the pack, no doubt, was celebrating their golden boy's return. The very thought of their smug faces infuriated me. They wouldn't celebrate for long. I wasn't the only one who felt the sting of their rejection. Others, who had been belittled also harbored their own grudges. I'd found them and fanned the flames of their resentment into a full-blown inferno.

"You know, you're the first customer I've seen who's been in such a rush. Usually, they'd want it to go as slow as it could possibly go." "I have my reasons… This man got a mistress once he became rich, see?" I lowered my head, and faked wiping tears from my eyes. "The moment he passed away, the mistress tried to steal his body away from me multiple times so that she could force me to split her half the inheritance… Sir, have you ever heard of something this ridiculous?" "How shameless!" The driver immediately spit the cigarette out of the window before stepping hard on the gas. "Don't worry lass, I'll get you there in ten minutes!"

I lose control as the car went flying, summersaulting at least I won’t die before them, the seatbelt wasn’t strapped so I went hitting against the car and falling out, lying helplessly as I watch the car burn, my entire body ache with unbearable pain, the metallic taste of blood on my tongue, the piercing of glass on my skin, their scornful confession echoing on my head and I prayed for vengeance, for second chance to seek vindication. From that man who claimed to be my dad and his scornful wife to my bitch step sister to that horrible cheating scum of a boyfriend and that ungrateful backstabbing bitch nanny, all of them and any other involved, I would make them pay, as my eyes closed and I

I exhaled heavily and then sat down on the bed. “Maverick, remember you owe me, right? You said it yourself that whenever I need help with anything, I should call you..” “Yes, I said that, but not in this context. You are telling me to get into a family vendetta!” “When you lost your wife you wished you acted fast, probably if you did she would still be alive. There is a child’s life at stake, Maverick, please” “A child's life can not be at stake when she is with her father..”

I knew that the moment I stopped, I would die. Their faces flashed in my mind, the faces of the men who did this. Jason. His father. The others. The scorpion tattoos on their wrists. If I survived this, I would make them pay. The sound of an engine pulled me from my thoughts. Headlights appeared in the distance, growing brighter as they approached. I stood in the middle of the road and watched the headlights come closer. The car didn't slow down. I closed my eyes, hoping it would hit me and end this misery once and for all.

Another shot rang out, shattering the glass in front and killing the driver, and as the car veered off course, I struggled to the front to gain control of the wheels, shouting at Seraphina to keep her head down. Whoever these people were, shooting at us, they were deadly. And merciless. Aiming to kill. Soon, I had gained complete control of the wheels, and as I sped down the narrow streets, away from the black bus-jeep that sped behind us, I spotted a couple other jeeps slithering out of the inner streets and moving toward blocking me off on all sides. “Hang on tight!” I called out in a clear voice, expertly swerving onto the street on my left, throwing off a basket of tomatoes that was in t