Vengeful Synonym นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A silent Ember watched Penelope cursing her, as if she was looking at a madwoman. However, Penelope kept cursing. "You are a third wheel! If it weren't for you, Caleb would have married me long ago! It's all your fault! "I wonder what kind of trash gave birth to garbage like you. You are simply scum, and all your friends are scum too! How can trash like you be worthy of flaunting your power in front of me?" Overwhelmed by anger, Penelope resorted to verbal abuse. However, Ember was no pushover. It was okay for Penelope to criticize her, but she should never implicate her family and friends.

Fuelled by determination and adrenaline. My gaze shifted to Fenrir, the rival alpha leading the pack. His large figure loomed menacingly over our battlefield - a dark-furred wolf with eyes burning with hatred. Enraged by his presence, my sorrow and anger burst from within in an unstoppable wave of emotion. The aching memories of my family and pack members lifeless bodies laid out before me, igniting my inner flame hotter than any blaze. My heart clenched tight in grief, yet hardened like steel at the same time, urging me on to take revenge for their murders. Nothing could quench this unyielding resolve.

Rowena sighed while Victoria crossed her arms and sat on the sofa again. Rowena looked at the television again. "I can see the wrath and the vengeance in her eyes," she pointed out while watching Yvette’s fierce eyes. "She would come for us one by one," Victoria said bitterly. Rowena sighed. “What happened to her twin is very tragic. For sure, the only thing on her mind right now is vengeance." Revenge. Oh, Yvette won’t stop until she doesn’t see the people suffering after what they did to Yvonne. She will fight until the end. She won’t give up so easily.

The sound was heard echoing off the walls of my study but was far enough away to stifle the rage in my belly. I was on the verge of losing control as I spun my hand around to whatever was closest at hand. I spotted a golden vase, a gift from the Astyra council, and hurled it into the wall. Shattered into meaningless pieces. Just the way I had planned. Selena and Lucian. They are true mates. Those words continued to go over and over and over in my head like a cruel joke. "No," I growled, pacing back and forth like a caged beast. "No. No way. It can't be. It shouldn’t be."

She was mine to safeguard, immediately she signed the fucking contract with me and this vile excuse for a man had dared to defile her. My fists clenched so hard that my nails bit into my palms, drawing blood. I felt my eyes shift—my wolf rising to the surface, demanding retribution. The need to punish Leon consumed me, drowning out any rational thought. He would pay for his actions, and I would ensure his suffering was a thousand times worse than what he had inflicted upon Sylvia. The dark, vengeful side of me—the side I kept locked away—had been set free, and there would be no mercy for the fool who had awakened it.

Framed and ruined tech genius Reid Brecken had constructed CipherCore, only to have it all torn from him by his partners and ruthless investor Dante West, condemning him to a rain-drenched purgatory. Presented with a lone opportunity for revenge—becoming the living duplicate of vanished tech mogul Max Sterling. Reid is subjected to a drastic transformation: his face remodeled, his mind woven inextricably into Max’s digital specter. Propelled into the golden cage of Max's existence and the sphere of his suspicious wife, Alessandra, Reid makes a shocking discovery: Max isn't missing; he's confined. And his revolutionary neural innovation, Synapse, has been turned into a weapon that West wo

“Touching. But it changes nothing. You killed my brother, Lucian. Now I’ll take everything from you—starting with her.” She lunged, faster than I’d expected, a dagger flashing in her hand. Lucian moved to intercept, but a Bloodfang tackled him, pinning him down. I swung my blade, meeting hers in a clash of steel, the impact jarring my arm. She was strong—stronger than Ragnar—and her eyes burned with a hatred that made my skin crawl. “You’re nothing,” she hissed, pressing harder, forcing me back. “A pawn in his game.” “Then why’re you so scared of me?” I spat, twisting free and slashing at her arm. She dodged, but not fast enough—blood welled from a shallow cut, and she snarled, her calm crac

Finnic shook his head stiffly. The curve of his lips had now receded. "No, Sophie. There's no point in me being sorry. It's just …." "You feel guilty?" The girl raised an eyebrow. Finnic nodded. A second later, his face seemed to have aged five years. "There's something I have to confess to you. I'm not as good as you imagine, Sophie. I'm a vengeful person." Sophia folded her arms, listening. Her brows were slightly furrowed, racking her brain. "What have you done?"

Heartless, ruthless, and other synonyms of that word are connected to my family. “But let me remember what you did to me exactly two years ago, you burnt the yacht,” he said and I am shocked but I did make it looks like it. “Oh, you lived,” I mockingly said to him and memories came to my mind. Giovanni is hunting him for months and when he got the chance to kill him, he made me burn the yacht. I did it because I am a puppet to Giovanni and wanted to please him aside from pleasuring him on the bed.

But she plans to get even with everyone that has hurt her, even if they didn’t do it yet, they already did once and that was enough for her. The people she hates the most in the whole world is her good family and she will get them back, she really hates them. They betrayed her and used her to get a comfortable life while she paid for it with her suffering. They owe her a debt and as they say karma's a bitch and she is one bitch that crawled out of hell and she is here to collect on the debts owed to her. She put her breakfast on a plate and went to the dinning to eat her breakfast. She had a long day ahead of her.