Vengeance With My White Knight Novels & Stories

“What? She raised an eyebrow. “You said you were getting better, didn't you? Three days, get out of here in three days, I will need you to help me out, do you understand?” “Yes, mother,” I said softly. “Of course” “Good,” She said, standing up to walk out. Just like that? No goodbye son?. Get better soon? “What are you going to do to Damien?” I asked, halting her in her tracks. She paused. Not looking back. “I told you, destroy their family. I breathed. “Mr.Davenoort hurt you, why not get your revenge on him alone?” She spun around to look at me. “You are too soft, Wayne; it's not a good trait; he needs to suffer as much as I did, the pain of almost losing his child. His children are all goi

Diane's eyes were in rage at this moment, I clenched the knife in my hand tightly, it's not or never. "They are here!" The trumpet of the Dark Nights sworn over the quiet night. It gave me shivers hearing that creepy tune, and the footsteps coming towards us. "Ready?" Diane asked me despite her focus. "I was born ready." I told her, I would not think of anything but to win this battle. I would not let those people invade and make the innocent suffer, and I will never let those cruel beings win. Dark Nights gave us their first blow, they shoot arrows with fire. I frowned, it feels like dejavu to see this kind of attack.

Seeing him stand up for me made me feel so special. Mandy clenched her fists firmly, "that loose lip." "Yea, how dare he? No one has ever called us dumb or stupid." Mckayla added. "We are gonna shift our focus from Trina." "What?" Mckayla raised her brows. "Trina will no longer be our target. Jake will. We are gonna make his life miserable and make him regret choosing that ugly Trina over us. I learnt that his birthday is next week. We are gonna ruin his party for him using Trina."

"That's a great decision." "Besides, you'll help me, right?," I asked. "Of course!" she exclaimed. We both laugh. Right, I don't need a wealthy person to help me. On the other hand, I think what Klyde Morrison said actually makes sense. He is no God of Justice so even though he helped me, we can't be rest assured that I would commit the revenge and justice that I wanted. I can do this. And once I got my revenge, I'll let my aunt and uncle feel the endless fires of hell.

The man who had also lost a woman he loved, a woman who had died for a cause she believed in. She stumbled towards him, her body shaking, and collapsed into his arms. Dante, his rage momentarily forgotten, simply held her. He felt her frail, trembling body, the raw fear and pain emanating from her, and his grip tightened, a silent promise of vengeance. Her escape was a brutal, scarring journey. She was alive, but barely. She had lost her innocence, her naiveté, and now, Bianca, the only true ally she had ever known in this dangerous world. But in Bianca’s sacrifice, Amara had found something she had been desperately searching for all along: a purpose. A purpose fueled by grief, guilt, and a

"You thought you could just leave me behind and forget about what you did? You thought I wouldn't come back for you? That was very unfair of you.” I met his gaze evenly, my heart heavy with remorse and blame. "Zen, I never meant to hurt you. I was young and foolish. Please, let me explain." I begged. Before I knew it, Zen had clawed at my face, and it began to bleed. But Zen was not having it. He was obsessed by his desire for vengeance. With a fierce roar, he lunged at me, claws extended and teeth bared. Instinct kicked in, and I dodged his initial attack with a swift sidestep, the rush of adrenaline fueling my movements.

I stared at him, expecting a punch line. When none materialized, I laughed deliberately. "You’re delusional, dreaming." His lips curled into a faint smile. "Maybe." I narrowed my eyes. "Why me?" His gaze pierced mine, unfazed. "Because I understand your desires." He replied slightly. "Revenge." Chills ran down my body and soul. Kieran’s voice was smooth yet firm and strong. "You want to destroy Damian Blackwood. You yearn to destroy Vincent Moreau." His fingers drummed on the armrest. "And I can provide you with the means to do it."

The intensity of my thoughts surged through me, fueling my resolve to seize control of my own destiny. In the dim light of my room, I plotted my revenge, weaving a narrative of deceit and manipulation. It was a dangerous game, one that could have consequences I hadn't fully anticipated. But I was beyond caring. The fires of vengeance burned within me, and I was ready to unleash them upon the world that had wronged me. I knew that Amber had truly been reborn—a phoenix forged from pain and anger. My mind raced, crafting a plan that would leave Brittany Davis shattered, just as I had once been.

This burning determination refused to dim and die. No one would steal from me again. Not Thane. Not Larissa. Not Brittany. They would all pay for what they had done. I lay there in silence, the pain in my body slowly fading into the background as rage filled my veins. The fire of vengeance was far stronger than any injury. And that night, under the faint glow of the moon filtering through the window, I made my vow. If the Moon Goddess gave me another chance to rise, I would not waste it.

Sue White stopped breathing. She gritted her teeth. The unwillingness, hatred, and sadness in her eyes kept repeating, and finally turned into two streams of tears, gushing out of her eyes. Caspian was curious. He could see that Sue White and Que White were not acting at this time, nor did they want to advance by retreating. Sue White really wanted to avenge the ancestor and Zoila Yellow. Que White really didn't want to bring trouble to Caspian. And from their words, the situation was obvious.