All Chapters of Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna Torturer’s POVAs I raised the torturing instrument, my mind focused solely on the impending strike, my intentions clear and resolute. I reveled in the fear that radiated from the Luna, relishing in the power I held over her vulnerable form. The anticipation of inflicting pain, of breaking her spirit, fueled my sadistic desires.But just as I was about to deliver the decisive blow, the door exploded open with a force that shattered my concentration. The room filled with the sudden intrusion of the Luna's guards, their arrival catching me off guard. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of surprise and frustration swirling within me.I watched in disbelief as the guards swiftly moved into position, forming an impenetrable barrier between me and my victim. The once solitary Luna, now flanked by her loyal protectors, exuded an air of defiance that pierced through my twisted expectations. How had they managed to breach my carefully planned chamber of tormen

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna Torturer’s POV As the clash of swords reverberated through the room, the air crackled with anticipation and the scent of bloodlust. I, the torturer, found myself drawn into the fray, compelled by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The Luna's guard, formidable and resolute, met my own guards with unwavering determination.I stepped forward, my movements calculated and precise. My hands tightly gripped the hilt of my weapon, a testament to my years of training in the art of combat. I engaged in the dance of blades, joining the fray with an intensity matched only by the Luna's guard.Steel met steel, creating a symphony of clashing weapons. The sound reverberated through the room, drowning out all other noise. Every strike I made was fueled by years of pent-up frustration, a desire to prove my worth. My opponents fought valiantly, their blades moving with the grace of seasoned warriors.Blood stained the ground beneath our feet, a stark reminder of t

The restaurant was cloaked in a heavy silence as I sat at the table, my anxiety mounting with each passing moment. I fiddled with my tie, my heart pounding in my chest. The dimly lit surroundings seemed to mirror the shadows that had cast a pall over my aspirations and dreams.The strained relationship with my mother-in-law had plagued me from the beginning. She never missed an opportunity to remind me of my perceived inadequacies, constantly belittling my achievements and undermining my worth. In her eyes, I was a failure, a disappointment who couldn't live up to her expectations despite my university degree. Her disdainful glances and dismissive comments had become a constant weight on my shoulders.But against all odds, a glimmer of hope had emerged. Yesterday, my mother-in-law had agreed to meet me at this very restaurant, offering a sliver of compassion in the midst of the judgment she had relentlessly poured upon me over the years. She had agreed to discuss lending me the money

Candel’s POV I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet touching the cold wood floor. I stood and made my way to the bathroom, splashing some water on her face to wake up.As i brushed my teeth, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but the air felt charged, like a storm was brewing.As I stood in front of the bathroom mirror,I couldn't shake the feeling of anger that was coursing through my veins. I couldn't believe what had happened earlier that morning. It was just so unfair.“Why must I wake up this morning when I’mSuppose to be sleeping!!!”I squeezed a dollop of cleanser onto my palm and scrubbed my face with more force than necessary, feeling a sense of satisfaction as the foamy lather worked its way into my pores.I rinsed off the cleanser and reached for my toner, dabbing it onto a cotton pad and swiping it across her face. I followed up with my serum, my movements precise and controlled as my worked