Written In Blood She Wants Revenge Novels & Stories

​Slash! ​Unsheathing my fingernails, which had suddenly hardened into black, claw-like points, I dragged them across my left wrist without a single second of hesitation. Fresh, dark crimson blood—nearly pitch black—poured heavily onto the cold marble floor. A sharp, biting pain pierced my consciousness, but it was nothing compared to the absolute fire of vengeance consuming my chest. ​With this blood, I lock our fates, I chanted silently, shutting my eyes tight. ​Whoosh!

She needs to see life in my own gaze and needs to understand that just because she has the bag and the man does not mean she won… well, her being in my office with her man begging to work with me clearly shows that she lost but I would like it to be more evident and raw. I want to see the blood, I want to see the mirrors and the flames and every single piece of her burning down in a way she never knew can happen. That will be when I will believe my revenge has been achieved, that will be when I will finally be able to sleep without thinking of ways to destroy her and attain my heart's peace, and that will be the day my closure will come to reality.

She still can't believe that she's here, that this room is hers. She remembered coming across Eric's ads in search of a house maid back in sweet grass. She had applied and here she was. When she got accepted she was really happy, what's a better way of getting her revenge other than this? But then why her?? This question keeps popping up in her head. She's very sure she wasn't the only one that applied but was why she was chosen? Is this fate? If only he knows that she has an ulterior motive. Forcing herself out of the bed, she walked into the bathroom to pee and brushed her mouth. Coming out from the bathroom minutes later, she walked straight to the big dressing mirror and stared at hersel

In quest for vengeance, Cassio became an heartless monster, until he met Skylar. His search for the unknown Mafia that had attacked the night his mum died made him, attack every Mafia cult in Italy, defeating everyone of them until. The red dragons became the most feared Mafia in Italy ever since then, not until he met Skylar and things were begining to change. He became cool, he hardly kill anyone when he gets angry especially when he was with Skylar, he had started getting used to forgiving people when they made him angry. Many people thought Skylar was putting him under some psychological training, while some thought, she was his girlfriend and love overcame all the evil in him

In the small office he knelt down which still brought him eye level with the girl. “I’m not going to hurt you, but can you look at me? I want to be sure you are, ok?” He whispered not wanting to scare her any more than she already was. She had to be terrified after that experience. Slowly she lifted her lashes and a shot went straight threw him. The fear he expected wasn’t there but flames were. This wasn’t a normal girl. She looked dangerous with the fire in her eyes. He stepped back. Mate. Mate. Mate. He was speechless, struggling to form words.

“You knew where she was and you didn’t—didn’t fucking say anything? You know I need her!” “You need her blood. Not her.” His growl rattles the room. We stand eye to eye, same height, the space between us dense with cold power. His aura seeps into my head like frost, probing for a way to crush me the way he always has. “I need her blood,” I snap back, “and I need her here with me.” “For your petty revenge plan?” His voice drops, mocking. “You expect me to believe that’s all you want her for? Or because she’s your—”

she opens her mouth a few times, searching for the words, but I gently hold her hands and shake my head. “It’s not your fault. Things just… turned out this way. Maybe this was how our story was meant to end. It started with a foolish act of revenge—and in the end, revenge is exactly how it died.”

Blood spread beneath him like a crimson flower in bloom. Rhea stood frozen in place. The knife slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground. She stared at the blood pooling across the floor and suddenly realized that the cruelest revenge in this world is not hatred. It is watching someone willingly destroy himself for you, and knowing you will never dare to believe him again.

she whispered. Damien leaned close. “Don’t act like you didn’t start it.” He walked away. Selene stood there, fists trembling, heart splintered. This wasn’t just revenge anymore. It was something deeper. Something neither of them were ready to admit. But if he wanted war, she wasn’t going to lose. **** It was morning already,Selene rubbed her eyes groggily and sat up in bed, the weight of yesterday’s emotions still clinging to her like a second skin. Her thoughts were still fixed on the way Cherry had walked into the house like she owned it. She needed answers.