Vengeance 소설 & 이야기

Her fast mind thought it was better to first know what was asked of her, do it, and get the hell out of there and find out more about how she was in Isabella’s body. James continued while pacing back and close and forth in the office, “But now, The Romano has gotten his misplaced revenge on us. We didn't kill his father, but he has killed ours and we will not let this slide. Never!" James boomed once again. His voice, laced with ill-concealed malice, made him sound like a savage. He was envisioning how he would get his revenge and pull the trigger. Jennifer slowly raised her hand. "Do you have something else to ask?" James asked.

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

“She likes to tell people to go deep throat a cactus or to sit on a cactus when they piss her off, so we always have a cactus available to her when she does interrogations.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve heard my mother say that multiple times, not just to my dad but to Killian and their Royal Gamma, Cormac. Killian picks up the silver knife, walks back to the rogue, and presses the blade to his exposed skin. The rogue tries to keep the pain off of his face, but we can see the pain in his eyes. “So, why are you rogues coming onto our pack territory?” Killian asks. “Fuck you!” The rogue grits out.

she sneered. Her twisted words seemed to hang in the thick, musty air, lingering like a shadow that wouldn’t dissipate. They echoed softly, bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit room, filling the space with a dark, venomous promise. It was as if her voice itself carried the weight of her hatred, every syllable sharpened by her resentment. Loleng felt the power of her own spite surge within her, fueling her resolve. For years, she had harbored this bitter fire, allowing it to fester and grow, until vengeance became as much a part of her as her very blood. Now, her hatred had found a purpose, and she wouldn’t rest until it reached every corner of Carmela’s lif

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

The flames of revenge consumed him, his every thought consumed by the twisted path he had chosen. His mind consumed by thoughts of destruction and the impending bloodshed he would unleash upon the Land of Moon. His heart torn between a shattered loyalty and an insatiable thirst for revenge, Eros became a harbinger of darkness, an embodiment of vengeance ready to leave a trail of devastation in his wake. Hatred coursed through his veins, intertwining with the tendrils of his deep-rooted insecurities and jealousy. Every fiber of his being burned with a single-minded purpose: to make Zeke Forenbach and Azure pay for the demise of his beloved "God."

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

bloom. The thing about vengeance is you can dress it however you like but at the heart of it there’s always this animal satisfaction: the exact moment when someone who has hidden rot is forced to smell it. I sank back a little. The darkness in me hummed, pleased. The part of me that loved Alessia breathed a little harder, because this could cause problems for her. But the animal in me sung a different song, one that salivated at the idea of Remo’s blood on my hands.