Shocking Vengeance: War Goddess Returns
Once the cherished heiress of the Douglas family, she lost everything when her parents were brutally murdered and she was framed by her own blood. Labeled a criminal, she was cast into prison with no one to trust and nothing to her name.
Six years later, she returns-not as a broken woman, but as the Scarlet Valkyrie, the deadliest warrior in all of Juzora. Her aim is flawless, her signature weapon Manjusaka strikes without mercy, and her name alone sends tremors through the underworld.
With one hand, she saves her ailing grandmother with the precision of a master healer. With the other, she takes down Draco City's most ruthless criminals. But her true purpose is vengeance. Every debt owed, every wound inflicted, every lie told-she will settle them all, with interest.
The war goddess has returned. And the ones who wronged her are about to learn what it means to face the wrath of a legend.
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Chapter 9
But his top priority was protecting Her Highness-even if it cost his life, he couldn't let her get hurt.
So Gavin Moore still looked uneasy. "I'm worried that once the Bennett family finds out I'm leaving Draco City, they'll go all out to get back at you."
Serena gave a faint smirk, her fingers brushing over the sharp flower dart hidden in her pouch. "Perfect. If they're dumb enough to come looking for trouble, I'll treat it as training."
Gavin believed in Her Highness' skills, of course. But what worried him were the dirty tricks the Douglas and Bennett families might resort to.
Still, he knew her temper too well. There was no changing her mind now, so he could only bow his head and answer, "I'll return as soon as I can."
Morning light pierced the sky.
After checking Evan's pulse, Serena gave him one final acupuncture treatment.
He coughed up a thick stream of black blood before falling back unconscious.
Her eyes turned cold.
Cora had really gone for the kill this time.
Even after all those needles, he still vomited so much poison. If she hadn't shown up in time yesterday, and let him suffer the drug overnight with those three women circling like sharks... he'd be dead by now.
She wasn't letting the Bennetts off the hook for this.
Just as she was thinking that, the iron gate outside the orphanage was kicked open with a loud clang.
Well, that was fast.
But it wasn't the Bennetts. It was that limping blond thug-Dylan Price.
Thank goodness the kids had gone out with their teacher to draw today. Otherwise, she might've had to fight differently.
Serena closed Evan's door behind her and turned to see Dylan swaggering into the orphanage with a few guys, dragging along a skinny little figure.
It was that pigtail girl, Sarah-the one who clutched her coat yesterday.
"Serena!" Dylan's voice was raspy and mean. His good leg was shaking, and he shoved Sarah in front of him.
The second Serena stepped out, he flinched back half a step, the crushed bone in his knee still throbbing.
Sarah had never seen anything like this before. Her tiny face turned pale, and the moment she saw Serena, tears poured down her cheeks. "Serena, help me... please..."
"Let her go."
Serena's gaze went icy in a flash.
Six years ago, Esther pinned a murder on a child. Now her lapdog learned to use kids to force her hand too.
But this wasn't the same Serena from back then. She wasn't that twelve-year-old who could only watch helplessly as everything fell apart.
She looked down at Sarah and gave her a soft smile. "Hey, be a good girl. Close your eyes and count to three. I'll take you home for candy after."
Sarah nodded, scared but obedient, and squeezed her eyes shut.
The very next second, just as the thugs reached for their knives, two flashes of silver shot through the air.
Swish, swish!
Flower darts slammed straight into the eyes of the two men holding Sarah.
"Aaargh!!"
Their screams tore through the morning air.
Serena charged forward, yanking Sarah behind her. "Get inside! Hands over your eyes, don't come out!"
The little girl stumbled toward the door-then stopped.
The orphanage director always said: when things get scary, you don't run. You protect the people you care about.
Serena was protecting her. She couldn't be a coward.
So she turned around, hiding behind the door and peeking out through the crack.
Outside, Serena moved like a gust of wind. Before any of the thugs could react, her darts were already hitting their joints.
One by one, those vicious-looking tough guys collapsed to the ground howling in pain.In a flash, Serena landed right in front of Dylan Price, stomping her foot down on his uninjured leg.
A sickening crack echoed in the air.
Dylan screamed like he was being skinned alive. "Ah! My leg! Damn it, my leg!"
Looking down at him with a mocking smile, Serena said, "Well, both legs are busted now. Perfect excuse to get used to a wheelchair."
Drenched in cold sweat, Dylan still forced himself to talk tough. "Don't get ahead of yourself! Ms. Douglas won't let you off the hook!"
"You mean Esther?"
Serena chuckled, voice calm yet chilling. "Wanna live? Simple. Bring me Esther's head, and maybe I'll let you crawl away."
"Never! Even if I die, I won't turn on her-AHHH! That hurts, damn it!"
He hadn't even finished shouting when Serena added pressure to his leg, causing his face to contort in unspeakable pain. His eyes darted to his fallen men scattered across the floor-each one with their eyes wide open, dying in disbelief.
All of them got wiped out. Just like that.
And she-Serena-had done it alone.
These were trained ex-military or mercenaries handpicked by Esther. How the hell did they get shredded so fast? By one woman?
Now he couldn't even crawl-his legs totally ruined.
Serena tilted her head, still smiling. "I gotta admit, your loyalty's impressive. Honestly, being taken out by the Scarlet Valkyrie herself? That's not the worst way to go."
Dylan jerked his head up like he'd been electrocuted. His voice cracked. "Wait-what?! You're the Scarlet Valkyrie?"
There was only one Scarlet Valkyrie across the whole of Darania-an unbeatable legend.
Dead-on aim with a gun, unmatched with hidden weapons, reclaimed lost ground single-handedly... A nightmare to enemy elites.
Dylan's eyes snapped to his comrades' corpses again, finally noticing the flower-shaped mark at each of their deadly wounds.
Crimson spider lilies-her signature.
The symbol of death from hell.
He started shaking all over. So she... Serena... was the Scarlet Valkyrie?!
"Your Highness! I was wrong! I didn't know it was you! Please, spare me-I know something about your parents' deaths!"
"Talk."
"The one who took out your father wasn't just Esther. There was someone el-"
Serena cut him off before the relief could even hit his face. "Yeah. I already knew."
Her eyes turned to ice, and without a backward glance, she walked toward the orphanage. One hand rose to shield Sarah's eyes while the other slipped behind her back, fingers curling around a hidden blade.
Thwip.
A flash of silver.
Another flower dart buried clean through Dylan's forehead.
He collapsed with his eyes wide open, never believing the legend could really be his end.
Serena closed the door behind her, the blood-soaked world left on the other side.
She crouched down and ruffled little Sarah's hair. "Didn't I say to cover those little eyes? No lollipop today, okay?"
Sarah clenched her tiny fists, eyes sparkling with adoration. "When I grow up, I'm gonna be just like you and protect everyone!"
No more hiding behind others. She wanted to be the one standing in front.
Serena didn't notice the shift in the kid's heart, only smiled as she pinched her soft cheek.
Lifting Sarah in her arms, she carried her inside. "Okay, then. Try your best, alright? And about what you saw today... shh. That's between us. Promise?"
Sarah nodded so fast her ponytail bounced. Then she held out her pinkie. "Promise! Pinkie swear!"
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7.2
Betrayed by her sister. Killed by her husband.
Reborn, Sarah returns with one goal-revenge.
This time, she won't be the fool.
And with the Knox, the most dangerous man by her side...
she'll ruin them all, and take back everything that belongs to her.
Promotional line: They killed me once. This time, I'll destroy them first.
9.2
Aria Giovanni has never been a rule breaker, until her last year in college.
She unknowingly spent a night with her new professor, professor Damon Carter.
She thought he was just a professor.
He knew she was the key to his revenge.
Aria Giovanni has only one goal... graduate from Westbridge University and finally leave behind the struggles of student life. But that reckless night out changes everything when she was in the arms of a mysterious stranger... one she's sure she'll never see again.
Until she walks into her literature class.
Damon Carter isn't just a professor, he's a billionaire leading a double life. His mission is simple, get close to Aria, use her to lure out her father... Robert Giovanni... the man who destroyed his life five years ago.
But as his carefully laid out plans unfold, Damon finds himself entangled in something far more dangerous than revenge... desire.
Aria knows she shouldn't fall for her professor. He's older, off-limits, and far too dangerous for her heart.
When the truth comes out, shattering her world, Aria is forced to face the ultimate betrayal.
Now, with her future on the line, and her heart caught between love and revenge, she must decide...
Will she walk away from him forever, or surrender to the man who's been obsessed with her from the start?
9.2
My ten-year relationship was supposed to end with our future in Dublin, a tribute to my late father. Instead, it ended when I overheard the man I loved call me a "stage-five clinger" he couldn't wait to get rid of.
He had secretly changed our corporate transfer to Austin for a new intern, boasting to his friends that I'd come running the second I found out.
To secure her promotion, he stole my father's priceless hard drive-his entire legacy. When I confronted them, his new girl dropped it into a puddle, destroying it right in front of me.
Ezekiel didn't apologize. He shielded her and screamed at me.
"Your dad is dead, Finley! Does Blake have to die over some dead guy's broken hard drive?!"
He gave me an ultimatum: apologize to her and change my transfer to Austin before the midnight deadline, or else.
He thought he had me on lock.
But as the clock ticked past midnight, I was on a one-way flight to Dublin, my old SIM card snapped in two. This time, I was choosing my father's legacy over him.
7.8
Growing up as the maid's daughter in the glittering, suffocating Collins mansion, Nora Macie has perfected the art of being invisible. Enter Asher Collins. Rich, ruthless, and infuriatingly untouchable, unfortunately for Nora, her stepbrother has always had the power to ruin her with a single word.
The moment a private video she never intended anyone to see is accidentally sent straight to Asher Collins. Except Asher doesn't expose her. He becomes curious... and dangerously invested.
He will remake her. Not just into someone noticed, but into someone unforgettable, someone who commands attention the moment she walks into a room.
Suddenly, the boys who never knew her name are watching her. Through it all, Asher remains in control... or at least he should be.
Because the closer Nora gets to becoming everything he designed, the harder it becomes for him to remember that she was never meant to be his.
*
His fingers lifted, brushing lightly along the side of her throat. "I think you've been lying to yourself," he said. "Because your body already knows what it wants."
Her breath faltered. "I swear, I'll kill you if you don't back the hell up."
And then, without giving her the chance to retreat, he closed the final inch between them. "I would much rather you kiss me."
7.1
I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive.
Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice.
"It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison."
She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole.
I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath.
Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him.
"I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."
9.0
Few weeks until graduation everything should go smoothly. That's what Cephan Miller thought until he was dared to sleep with his highschool teacher, Miss Abby Sean, the beautiful but reserved teacher who was always on her own.
He did have sex with her, but from then onwards, he wanted to keep doing it.
He knew it was dangerous, but kept on with it.
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