Vengeful Redemption 소설 & 이야기

Zach’s main focus was to find people responsible for her death. They would suffer the same fate as she did or worse. The very thought of his revenge plan brought a bad taste to his mouth. But it had to be done. Otherwise, he would not experience any peace. As he was driven towards his new house, his car drove slowly past the Kent Mansion. The sprawling entrance to the home served as a bitter reminder of his past life. When he had accepted life as it came along. But not anymore.

It's only after the sin is committed that you realize that you have really messed up. There's a point after messing up where you try and figure out if what you did hurt someone else or did they really deserve it. The latter is usually when they're in a vengeful state and you're operating from a space of revenge. Vengeance is like a cycle and it is a vicious cycle that never ends because when somebody does something back to you do something bad to them and when you do something better and they do something bad to you and so on so on so it's like bouncing a ping pong ball on the table tennis top. Vengeance can somehow seem like a fidget spinner. It can be annoying if there's no conflict resol

“You were only a child back then when your mother was murdered. Anyone would have wanted revenge for that—” Yuri cut Ren off. “I knew what was going to happen,” she stated, not looking at Ren, and the guy could only stare at Yuri. “I knew what was going to happen if I pursued the path of vengeance. My mother and uncle have never really told me what my uncle did when I was a child. But I’ve learned enough from my mother that I actually knew the nature of his job.” Yuri gave out a small sigh. “Hatred and vengeance begets nothing but more pain and suffering. My mother told me that enough times in the past.” She sighed. “But I didn’t care. Now…I suppose I’m paying the price for my decision.”

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."

I spoke to myself, fuming with rage. He is just pushing me deeper in those bottomless pits of turmoil, taking my life out of me in a cruel way. I closed my eyes and leaned on the wall. I hate his touch, it made me realize how much of a corrupt soul I am. His touch made me aware of my place in his life. His touch made me realize how hated I am. What have I done? What I forced him to become… ‘He has all those rights to be angry and desire vengeance but this is not acceptable.’

She says and I nod though I was hesitant. “Please be careful Cristina,” I warn her. “Just give me a simple clue. I will handle other things. He has to pay. If I can take revenge against my mate. He can’t imagine how vengeful I can be for my mate.” Logan’s eyes darken with anger. I know his wolf is on the surface. I know how angry his wolf is knowing the truth. He will Rip Rick away if he gets hold of him. But I don’t want him to do something that can make any of us suffer.

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

Amidst the chaos, the poor man locked his eyes on Vivian desperately and begged, “Please, Miss Carraway, please stop him! Please stop acting out against Mr. Levin! Please just say something, anything to stop him!” Vivian finally raised her head and met Edward’s eyes with a look so placid that it was borderline apathetic. “I’ve done my best, Sean.” She had done her best. That night, when she had knocked on the door to his study and pretended to want a book just to please him, it had been the result of her renewing whatever resolve was left to endure everything for the sake of exacting revenge. It was not that her desire for vengeance had waned. Instead, it was how, more and more clearly, reve

Or would she find the strength within herself to embrace forgiveness and redemption, to break free from the chains that bound her to a path of destruction? The weight of her decision hung heavy in the air as Sasha stood at the precipice, her heart torn between the allure of retribution and the flickering flame of compassion. And in that moment of profound reckoning, she realized that true strength lies not in the destruction of others, but in the ability to rise above adversity and forge a path towards healing and forgiveness. With newfound resolve, Sasha chose a different path. She would not allow vengeance to consume her, nor would she perpetuate the cycle of pain and suffering. Instead, s

We leaned on each other for support, embracing the vulnerability that came with acknowledging our faults and the pain we had caused. It was a slow and arduous process, one marked by setbacks and tears, but also by glimmers of hope and growth. We rebuilt our lives, not on the shaky foundations of secrets and deceit, but on the bedrock of honesty and accountability. Our pack, once tainted by corruption, now stood as a symbol of redemption—a collective effort to rise above our past and forge a new path, one steeped in integrity and a commitment to right the wrongs we had perpetrated. Over time, trust began to reemerge, like a fragile bloom after a harsh winter. We learned to communicate openly