Novel & Cerita Written In Blood She Wants Revenge

Mike would walk away clean, acting for the media as the poor husband betrayed by his wife, then enjoying that blood money with Lucy over my suffering. ​"You really are something else, you bastard," I hissed, the veins in my neck tightening. ​Tears of rage and humiliation welled in my eyes, but I quickly brushed them away. I refused to shed tears a second time. Every ounce of love evaporated, burned away by the fierce fire of revenge raging in my chest. Once, I died as a naive victim of love. Now, I am reborn to ensure that I am the one who writes the end of their story.

She looked at the gold-embossed invitation and then at the black fog outside. "Let them celebrate," she whispered to the empty room. "Let them dance on the graves. I’ll make sure the music never stops when I finally come for them." The baby kicked again—a sharp, violent reminder. Elena didn't cry this time. She picked up a pen and began to take notes on the medical files Julian had left. The librarian was gone. The architect of revenge was beginning her work.

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

because it sold better. The revenge in my heart turned into a cold, hard diamond. I was tired of being the victim. I was tired of being the "Subject" or the "Character." "If there are no pens," I hissed, "I'll use my own blood." I didn't wait. I bit my own finger until it bled. But it wasn't blood that came out. It was that glowing purple liquid the mix of the Alpha’s power and my love. It was the purest ink in the library.

“Just die, will you?” Without remorse, she decapitated her enemies as she is having the time in her little world of revenge. Making her identity known, as the bright tainted blood moon makes it clear. Haruna looks carefully as the book opens and writes the profile of the character she needed to read and one more as she whispers reminding everyone.

“She’s trouble. You smell it—blood and fury. You really think she’ll bend?” “She will,” I said, sharper than I meant. “Or I’ll make her.” But as I downed the drink, her voice echoed—“I don’t roll over.” Damn it, I need to fuck someone now, she’s already under my skin, a itch I can’t scratch. I caught her scent lingering—blood, moonflowers, something wild—and it hit me harder than the whiskey. Revenge is the plan, but she’s turning it into a fight I didn’t sign up for.

“Even if she stains my eyes with her ugliness, I refuse to believe her blood will be as rotten as her face.” My eyes widened in terror. My blood? For what? Why did a monster like him need my blood? “Ugly one,” he called out, his golden stripes catching the torchlight as he turned back to me. “Your blood will finally serve a purpose.” “Please.” I dragged myself onto my knees, burying my forehead against the cold stone. It was shameless. It was humiliating. But I didn’t care. I would crawl through glass and kiss his boots if it meant surviving. I would do anything to live long enough to get my revenge. “I don’t want to die.”

He screamed in pain, staggering back as blood soaked through his expensive suit. “You made a mistake coming after me when I killed Lucas, Anthony,” I said, advancing on him. “Now you’ll pay for every drop of blood I spilled because of you.” Anthony’s men rushed forward, but Ashton and I were ready. The fight was brutal, but we moved with lethal efficiency, cutting down anyone who dared stand in our way. I was a force of nature, fueled by the rage and pain that had been simmering inside me for so long. Each kill brought me closer to my goal, each drop of blood spilled a step closer to revenge.

I got up but heard her mumbling in her slumber, “I am supposed to hate ...you ...because you killed my family....when I look at you I am supposed to remember my sister screaming in ...pain but...but... all I can see is a sweet guy asking for forgiveness for a mistake he didn't do. I don't want to believe you.... but it's a rage of war between my heart and brain ....but all I know is that I lov... Like you Sean, my Mr. X so much that it hurts to take rev...." I stood still waiting for her to continue what she was saying but she had already dozed off.