Vengeance の小説・ストーリー

Revenge coursed through her veins, fueling her with a relentless fire that refused to be extinguished. But deep within her, beneath the anger and the thirst for vengeance, a lingering sadness remained. It was the sorrow of a heart betrayed, of a love unrequited, and of dreams shattered. Sharon knew that the path she had chosen was one of darkness, and it would forever stain her soul. Yet, in that moment, she was willing to pay any price to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers.

Something that screams revenge, war, and bloodshed. "Call everyone."

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

“ you want that dog to find her then? Fucking find her, take her back, and get his son to fuck what’s mine? ” Valerie picked her head up and glared back at me. “ you are losing yourself to the hate. And you will lose her to this hate. ” “ Hate? ” I licked my lips before a grin stretched across them. “ I don’t do love…or hate. But vengeance…yes. Revenge is second nature to me. ” “ She didn’t do anything to you. ” Valerie hissed. “ And I am not doing anything to her. ” I let her go when she fucking asked me to finger fuck her. “ I am treating her nice. ”

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."

“You think luck is what made you get this far? It’s not. It isn’t luck, but determination and anger. Your hunger for revenge has brought you this far. Your vow and determination to avenge your father’s death and kill The Reaper brought you this far.” “And if this Vengeance girl really joined Umbra to kill you,” Dale pauses for a while, inhales sharply, and then continues, “Then you are both holding onto the same source of power. She’s just as determined and angry as you are; she won’t die easily. That girl Vengeance would do anything to see you dead.”

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.

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.

“What? She raised an eyebrow. “You said you were getting better, didn't you? Three days, get out of here in three days, I will need you to help me out, do you understand?” “Yes, mother,” I said softly. “Of course” “Good,” She said, standing up to walk out. Just like that? No goodbye son?. Get better soon? “What are you going to do to Damien?” I asked, halting her in her tracks. She paused. Not looking back. “I told you, destroy their family. I breathed. “Mr.Davenoort hurt you, why not get your revenge on him alone?” She spun around to look at me. “You are too soft, Wayne; it's not a good trait; he needs to suffer as much as I did, the pain of almost losing his child. His children are all goi

she answered, still wiping the frame. “But it's just a photo,” I said bitterly. Mama's hand stiffened and she looked up at me. “It's not just a photo, Vittoria. It's a memory.” I shook my head at her, crossing my arms on my chest. “If you say so. But wiping his photo won't make the people who killed him suffer.” She carefully placed the photo back on the table. “Revenge won't bring him back Vittoria.” She replied gently, her voice barely above a whisper.