Xiaoyu Blood Vengeance Novels & Stories

Jiang Xiaorou went to the bed, made herself up, and began to cry, holding her voice in order not to attract attention, but also to vent the stress of the previous situation. Her tears were also of joy because Jiang Wushuang was here, it wasn't a hallucination, she was able to fulfill her wish. Her crying continued for a long time until she ended up in a deep sleep hugging the girl. Jiang Wushuang while sleeping said in her mind ("Blood for blood, I will destroy your body and burn your soul in the flames of hell") * YMYLOL means outcasts

Then he tore off her bathrobe to reveal her delicate skin His eyes radiated a cruel light, and he bent down to kiss her white neck. "Bastard, let me go..." Li Xiyu couldn't push away the tall ou Chenhao at all. He pressed on her like a stone, making her unable to move. She turned her head to see the vase on the glass tea table and tried to reach for it. With a loud bang, Li Xiyu mercilessly smashed the vase at Ou Chenhao's head. The vase burst. Ou Chenhao suddenly straightened up and covered his head with pain. Li Xiyu took the opportunity to push him away. He saw the fruit knife on the table, took it, held it with both hands, and pointed it at Ou Chenhao. "Don't come here, don't come here..

"That's right, you and Bryan are a match made in heaven. That peasant who wants to turn into a phoenix can only dream until Bryan gains a footing in Mu Conglomerates then she can only watch and see how she would be abandoned" Lu Xinya grinnned. 'Abandoned?' Now that was one word that she believes can never be associated with her, but the words of this young girls had given her a thought. Unless, she matches up to Mu Feng in three years, the world would consider her an abandoned party. She obviously could not say she was a hacker as hackers and governments were mutual enemies and she couldn't just spend as she wished, people would say she was spending the Mu's money. But here was not the plac

She sat with me while Toby slept, her hand tentatively touching mine. "She’s so small, Lisa," Elaine whispered, looking at Maya. "So much smaller than you were." "She has to be stronger than I was, Mom. She has to live in a world that knows who she is." "She’ll live," Julian said from the doorway. He had changed into a fresh suit, but the exhaustion was etched into the lines around his eyes. "The Ares blood is many things, but it isn't weak. We are built to endure the storm."

They knew that the source of this powerful consciousness was not Ye Mo, who looked a little embarrassed right now as he touched his nose. It was from the little girl that Li Xiao Yang wanted to bully! The orphan girl that Ye Mo picked up! "Ah, this feels much better after all." Yin straightened out her newly-bought pink robes. Her pearly white teeth showed as she laughed in delight. "Yo, little boy, you were saying? Are you insulted because I insulted your dog? Want to ask me why I dare? Want to probe me once again?" Suddenly, Li Xiao Yang and that old servant fell on their knees and vomited out blood. Yin was a very vengeful spirit. It could be seen by how she tidied up the Ming Yue Sect fo

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

I take a blade and slit my wrist. I feel so much pain. But it was nothing in comparison with my pain. The blood started to flow from my hand and dye the water red. This red is the color of my freedom, freedom from all this pain. A tear flow from my eyes and a smile form on my face. You will not have to fight anymore I say to myself. and I was lost in darkness. Logan’s P.O.V. I was sitting sadly in my bed. What have I done? I know I wanted to hurt her and make her feel my suffering.

When I reopen my eyes, I allow my rage to consume me, pushing the fence open and storming up the front stairs with six of my men hot on my heels. I don't bother to knock on the door; instead, I kick it open, splitting the fragile frame and knocking out a few rusty hinges. A piercing scream echoes in my ears as I step into my enemy's house. With my jaw clenched and teeth grinding against the maddening noise, I lift my gun and step into the living room, confronting the man who has brought chaos into my life and his oğul (son), the target of my vengeance. “Quenten Yilmaz,” Julian Kincaid stammers with glassy eyes filled with shock.