histórias de Vengance

~ 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ~ When struggling entrepreneur Ruhan Mehta agrees to marry his boss's daughter to save his collapsing company, he thinks it's just business. But one contract, one wedding, and one stubborn bride later ~ business turns into something dangerously personal.

Her life looked perfect from the outside... but inside, she was falling apart. Brianna has everything most people dream of-success, status, and a seemingly perfect relationship. But behind the beautiful facade lies a woman barely holding herself together. Emotionally shattered, she's rebuilding from broken pieces-only to find herself crumbling faster than she can heal. Just as she begins to find her footing, the ghost of her past returns. Brian. The one she could never forget. The one her heart still whispers about in the dark. His reappearance threatens to shatter the fragile life she's built, especially as her once-dependable support system begins to fracture-and her picture-perfect relationship with Fabian starts to crack. How long can she keep pretending everything's fine? As the line between love and heartbreak blurs, Brianna must confront her past, face the truth of her present, and decide just how far she's willing to go to reclaim herself. "My Hidden Perfect World" is an unforgettable romance filled with emotional twists, forbidden longing, and the messy, beautiful chaos of starting over.

To the realm, Prince Baelor is the golden prince, the crown's brightest heir. To Tessa Dondarrion, he is nothing but a traitor, a man who shook hands with the very people who butchered her family. Now he arrives at Blackhaven Cliff, carrying his wife's lifeless body to the funeral pyre.. Tessa has anticipated everything.. Every step. Every word. Every heartbeat measured with the ruthless care of a Dondarrion thirsting for vengeance. Ten steps to unravel his legacy. Ten strikes to make the dragon taste his own fire. But fire is unpredictable. And some dragons don't burn the way you expect. Some of them burn you first. _________________ Note: The characters in this story are from George R. R. Martin's world, but some are original creations made specifically for this story. This fanfic is purely for fun and doesn't strictly follow the canon.

Some hearts don't break - they decay slowly, silently... until there is nothing left but pain. His life is a battlefield of grief, rage, and memories that gnaw at his soul like ghosts that refuse to leave. He has taught himself not to feel - not to hope, not to love, not to remember. The past lives inside him like poison, and he carries it alone... cold, distant, and exhausted. He swore he would never let anyone close again. He swore he would never allow himself to feel. But emotions don't ask for permission - they burn, they ache, they breathe. With every glance, every unspoken word, every moment that lingers too long... He feels the walls he built begin to crack. Their connection is raw... suffocating... painfully real. And as truth slowly begins to surface, He must face the one thing he has spent his life running from - not the past, not the memories... ...but the feelings that refuse to die - no matter how hard he tries to destroy them.

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Elle pensait pouvoir tout contrôler : sa douleur, sa mémoire, sa vengeance. Mais ce qu'on croit maîtriser est souvent ce qui nous consume en silence. Isaya Alvarez Del Romero croyait que le passé était derrière elle. Mais certains souvenirs ne s'effacent jamais, surtout quand ils vous ont privé de la vue. Dix ans dans l'obscurité. C'est le prix payé pour un passé qu'elle ne comprend toujours pas, après l'évènement qui a bouleversé sa vie, elle retrouve finalement la lumière... dans ses yeux, mais pas dans sa vie. Aujourd'hui flic, dans les rues froides de Whisperfield, elle traque la vérité. Officiellement, pour faire justice. Officieusement, pour retrouver celui qui lui a volé une partie de sa vie et enfin pouvoir se venger. Transférée dans une unité forgé par la violence, elle découvre un monde où la justice est trouble, les alliances douteuses, et les silences plus parlants que les preuves. Isaya ne tarde pas à sentir que tout n'est pas ce qu'il paraît. Chaque visage peut mentir. Chaque main tendue peut trahir. Et les ennemis les plus dangereux sont ceux qui se déguisent en sauveurs. Et puis il y a lui... Son binôme, Sidjay Warrenn, est aussi insaisissable que troublant. Expérimenté. Discret. Imperturbable. Trop distant pour être neutre. Trop présent pour être ignoré. Il est tout ce qu'elle méprise. Et peut-être... tout ce qu'elle cherche. Quelque chose en lui l'agace, l'attire, l'éloigne, dans un ordre qu'elle ne parvient jamais à fixer. Dans ce jeu de dupes où les alliés sont des ennemis et où la vérité est une bombe à retardement, il devient impossible de savoir à qui faire confiance. Autour d'elle, les apparences se fissurent. Les alliés cachent des silences trop lourd, la vérité se dérobe à chaque pas. Entre mensonges et passion, vengeance et rédemption, Isaya avance à l'aveugle. Car parfois, ce n'est pas la vérité qui fait le plus mal, c'est de découvrir qu'on a aimé le mensonge.

Headlights cut through the pitch-black night. A girl drives like she's running from death itself. Her voice slices the silence - cold, sharp, unstoppable: "So many have fallen. I won't let another... even if I have to die tonight." Sudden a flash-metal screams. A truck smashes her path. Glass explodes. Sparks fly. Unknown Man whispered, deadly "If you're ready to die... then die." Car spins. Smoke. Fire. Chaos. He leans over her trembling form. "I am the GHOST. Your last wish... fulfilled. Go to heaven, angel." --- Elsewhere- A dim cabin, shadows crawling along the walls. A woman in her 40s, lethal, flawless, watches a family portrait burn. Her eyes cold as ice. "I'm coming back for everything stolen... every injustice paid in fire. Agnivansh, your hell just got a face." Ash drifts. Flames dance. Legacy meets fury. Power meets vengeance. --- A mansion. A father's rage explodes, "Get away from that bitch!" "Shut up!" his son roars."She's mine! Insult her again, and I'll forget you're my father!" (He smashes a vase. Silence-then fury.) Glass shatters. Blood vows are made. "Kill her," the father orders. "Before that bitch kills him" --- Somewhere in the dark, a man in black pins another beneath his boot which weight crushing, breath stolen. Steel flashes; the blade finds hand, then flesh, then chest, each thrust a verdict. Steel glints. Breath quickens. "In my world, mercy insists." Blood drips. Knife flashes. "You dared touch my Rooh... now beg for your soul." Then he thrust the knife on his plam and locked him in his place. ----- In this game, loyalty is a weapon. And love- is just another way to destroy.

"Machigai's life has always been difficult. Tormented by his parents and bullied by his peers, his only source of comfort is his grandmother, Asuka. When she falls ill and Machigai is pushed to his limit by the cruelty of his surroundings, he makes a pact with a strange entity that promises him a second chance. Will Machigai find redemption and a world free from pain in the next life?"

The land of Mordor is a dark and desperate one, ruled by Sauron, the vicious Dark Lord intent on dominating the rest of the land. Yet in the heart of his land rebellion stirs, led by the Bright Lord, an entity composed of two beings: Talion, the human Ranger from the kingdom of Gondor and Celebrimbor, an elven wraith who has existed for over four thousand years and now shares Talion's body. They share a simple ambition, which is to overthrow Sauron and thus gain vengeance for the slaughter of both Talion's and Celebrimbor's family, as well as perhaps saving the rest of Middle Earth from the tyrannical plans of the Dark Lord. To overthrow such a powerful being, they need an army, made up of the very denizens Sauron rules. Loyalty and strength will be key to the Bright Lord's goal, but loyalty is scarce in a land where power is the ultimate dream of every inhabitant. It is up to Talion and Celebrimbor to find out the secret to inspiring their followers instead of being finished off by them.

Satan was never red. He didn't have horns, or fangs, or a tail curling behind him. If anything, he was a man. A man with piercing blue eyes and a perfectly tailored suit. Hair neatly styled. Posture precise. He didn't drag people to hell. He walked them there, never once looking back. He wasn't born a monster. He was forged into one. Already condemned to hell, not for what he was... But for what he was willing to do. For her. _______________________________________________________________ The devil was never right. Of course not. If she were, she'd never be the devil. She looked like sunlight. She wore green dusted with glitter and lipstick the color of summer mistakes. Her green eyes were bright. Her hair fell in soft gold waves like Goldilocks. She had dimples, which were dents. Dents to a person's doom. Her warmth wasn't kindness. She didn't stumble into hell. She chose it, the way some people choose honesty over comfort. Heaven wanted her quiet. Hell welcomed her loud. The devil was never right. The devil was her. _______________________________________________________________ What happens when the monster who chose hell meets the one who was born for it? Can sunshine survive the devil she created?

What if Sean had a second younger lycanthrope hybrid brother named Brian? Whom had been raised in Scotland far away from Sean, his brother Eric and the king, along with the all of the political stuff. What if he came back to Portland, under a different name? And trouble just so happened to follow him back to Portland? Where he is possibly framed for a crime that he didn't commit? I don't own any of the characters just my OCs.

Percy Jackson, hero of Olympus, finds himself framed for a crime he didn't commit. Betrayed by both Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, stripped of his honor and friends, he is cast out into the void of space. There, he is found by Chaos, the Primordial Creator, who offers him a new purpose. Transformed and empowered, Percy rises as Chaos's right-hand commander, "Perseus, the Abyssal Warden." He leads the primordial armies in cosmic wars, wrestling with his past and his new destiny, ultimately becoming the second most powerful entity in existence. His journey is one of loss, vengeance, redemption, and ultimately, a redefinition of power and loyalty.

⤷ 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓂𝒷𝒶𝑔 ℯ𝓍 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝒾𝓃ℯ, 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓂ℴ𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℯℯ𝓅𝓈. ─ 𝐄.𝐂. ───── @luvjk0812 ─────

He was adored for his beauty and feared for his cruelty. Then he was cursed. Exiled to the bell tower of Saint-Sulpice, Édouard Valmont becomes a monster in the eyes of the city. Merely an unseen voice behind the ringing bells. But when a traveling performer named Lysander discovers the man beneath the deformity, something begins to awaken inside Édouard: a longing he has never known. Yet the cathedral hides more than stone and prayer. And when a powerful church official's obsession turns into a threat, Édouard must confront the darkest truth of all: redemption may require a price he cannot pay. A gothic tragedy of love, vanity, and the unbearable weight of becoming worthy.

When Liam walks into Alex's life, everything seems to change for them. History, loyalties, blood, and ties.

They were never meant to cross paths-at least, not in any way that mattered. He carried his anger like armour, sharp enough to cut anyone who came too close. She held her faith like a quiet promise, even when she didn't yet know how deeply she needed it. From the moment they met, conflict sparked between them: harsh words, clashing beliefs, and a silent competition neither wanted to acknowledge. They were opposites in every way that counted, bound by circumstances they couldn't quite escape. But life has a way of softening hard edges. As days turned into weeks, something shifted. The arguments didn't stop, but beneath them grew an unexpected understanding. A shared vulnerability. A longing neither dared to name. And as he began searching for peace-real peace-he found himself drawn toward the faith he had once ignored. Their story is one of yearning and restraint of painful mistakes and the courage it takes to forgive. This is not a love born from perfection, but one forged slowly, gently, in the spaces where two wounded hearts learn to heal. It began with conflict. It grew with patience. And somewhere along the way, enemies became something far more complicated. "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓; 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆" ___________ [This story is completely fiction. Do NOT take it your hearts or hate on it. It's completely based on the author's imagination. Think before ruining someone's hard work!] ___________ Alas! Meet ya'll in the story!

She "Abhinav..." He "Yes, my love" #Book- 1 in OBSESSION series Trope- Contract marriage Genera- Romantic suspense • Abhinav × Jhanvi • CEO × Artist • Sin × Purity • Hatred to Obsession • Replaced bride • Contract • Forced Proximity • Age gap Abhinav Singh Raichand He is a sin in suit. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable---he is a man who doesn't believe in love, only control. Every move is calculated, every word measured, and emotions are nothing but a distraction. But beneath the sharp suits and icy stares lies a man who is slowly unraveling, falling for the one person he was never supposed to. "Love is a weakness. And I don't bleed for weakness." -- Abhinav Singh Raichand Jhanvi Deshmukh She is divine, untouched by the world's sin. Graceful, grounded, and quietly fierce---she's the kind of woman who doesn't need to raise her voice to be heard. Rooted in tradition, led by devotion, and brave in silence, she believes in the eternal love of Radha and Krishna. But destiny puts her in the path of a man who believes in nothing at all---and somehow, she becomes the only thing he can't control. "Love isn't weakness. Radha loved Krishna without promises, without possession, yet her name lives beside his for eternity."--Jhanvi Deshmukh. Started on- 28th June Ended on-

"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖆 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕴𝕮𝖄 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖊. 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 -𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝕰𝕬𝕽𝕿 𝖇𝖞 𝖆 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖋𝖊." When betrayal and DECEIT become commonplace, bonds are SEVERED and alliances are forged. Lucina finds herself alone, trapped within a court of scheming lies, searching for a way out of a dark tunnel carved by revenge. When HONOR and love collide, duty DIES, and Souvanne finds herself strangely abandoned by the very concept of loyalty. SECRETS and suspicion flame through the EMPIRE. And as a quiet plague begins to spread, Scarlett is forced deeper into secrecy, knowing that discovery -of the sickness, or of who she truly is-could be just as DEADLY. Whispers of prophecies and old gods stir once more, as the dance between THIEVES and KINGS begin. Who is the ENEMY?

At a once-grand but now slightly faded hotel, a curious scandal arises as an elderly traveler's suitcase strangely opens, only to find absurd contraband neatly packed inside. The hotel manager, desperate to avoid embarrassment and the potential closing of his grand hotel, enlists an amateur sleuth to solve the case. Through a series of deadpan interrogations with the eccentric guests and weary long-serving staff, the case unfolds and reveals, through its cracks, the truth. In this enigma, when the culprit seems obvious, his motives are what you're after. In "Mystery At The Lutz", that is where the mystery relies! In this grand hotel, the mystery unravels with both comic absurdity and classical precision.

Following the events of Vendetta Pt. 8 in Multi-Stories. A mysterious group of people are out for revenge on Atlas. And it's going to be by any means necessary. Taking place in the RWBY universe.