Vengeance Will Be Mine Novels & Stories

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

"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.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.

that he would reach the point where he would one by one erase my family from the world because of his selfishness. So, now that I was lucky enough to survive the accident I faced to escape my demon husband, I would really use the miracle that happened to me to get up and start again. And when the time is right, I will return to them. I will return him to pay for his arrears to me. "When he returned to this country, we welcomed him with cruel karma. I will take Sarah back and I will make that family suffer the deluge they made me suffer. Because the moment we face each other once again, they will taste how sweet my vengeance is.”

"Then I'm coming for them both. And when I'm done—when I've destroyed him and taken her back—everyone will know. Everyone will understand. No one touches what's mine. No one takes what I love. No one." "No one," my grandfather agreed. I walked to my chambers. Each step agony. Each breath torture. Each moment knowing she was with him. In his arms. In his bed. Maybe even— I roared. Destroyed my room. Broke everything breakable. Shredded everything shredable. Tried to destroy the images in my head. The feelings through the bond. The knowledge that— Two days. Just two more days. Then vengeance. Then blood. Then making Kang Min-jun wish he'd never been born.

Like I'm unstoppable. "You remember me?" I question hoarsely, my grip tightened around the length of the blade. Vincent meets my gaze then looks away, his body trembling in pain. I nod my head. "Yeah..." I trail off. "You remember me." I state as I slowly sink the sharp blade deeper into his flesh. "What do you want?" He questions, his voice low and shaky. Revenge, I want fucking revenge. Anger seethes under my skin, as the man finally looks at me, his cold stare meeting mine. The smell of fresh blood works its way to my nostrils.

Don't you want revenge? A trace of hatred flashed across Penelope's eyes and her face darkened when she heard those words. She secretly gritted her teeth and said coldly, "Of course, I want revenge." The man stretched out a hand and gently lifted her chin, as if teasing a toy. "If you want revenge, you have to obey me. I promise to make Caleb fall from grace. How does that sound? Do you want to cooperate with me?" After a moment of silence, Penelope nodded resolutely with a cold and terrifying look on her face.

The first call I made was short and precise. “I need everything you can find on a man named Silas. Connected to the old trafficking establishment that burned years ago. The one that no longer exists on paper.” “How deep?” “As deep as it goes. Survivors. Associates. Anyone who walked out of that fire.” “Understood.” I ended the call and sat at the desk. Vincent had repeated the name during his episode. Over and over. Like it was the only thing his mind could hold onto while everything else fell apart.

She was a prisoner, a slave branded by Dravonia’s chains, but she would never forget the faces that had forged those chains. Leander’s smug cruelty. Marissa’s calculated triumph. Ramona’s venomous betrayal. And Skye—the deepest cut of all—the man she had loved, had believed would shield her, who had stood silent as her world burned. Her pacing slowed near the balcony doors, moonlight spilling silver across her face. A slow breath steadied her. She would endure. She would rise, use River’s devotion, Winter’s inexplicable interest—until she held power no one could take. And when she held power enough, every name on that list would answer for the blood they had spilled. The child cooed softly i