Novel & Cerita Beautiful Revenge

The noise grew louder; now she could make out someone moving in the shadows. "Daniel!" she called out, her voice shaking with fear and anger. "What is going on? Daniel and Kael turned to her, shock and guilt upon their faces. Daniel looked as though he had just seen a ghost, while across Kael's face registered a lapse into anger. "Sophia!" Daniel exclaimed, pressing one step forward. "I-" "Save it!" she exclaimed loudly, for the shaking of her hands. "You're going to betray the pack! You're with them!"

My gaze lingered on the fresh one in my hand before I pinned it to the wall, another ghost added to the collection. My fingers hovered above the screen as I pulled up the file I'd saved for four years now, the final photo. Roberto Moretti. A monster draped in luxury, I looked at him for a long moment, one more, just one. My fingers tightened on the paper, the edges biting into my skin. It was time to end this and make him pay. “This time,” I whispered, “it’s personal.”

It is she who should be angry and the one who showed anger was the other one. When the cupids were giving each other exhausted glances, an annoyed voice called, “MOM!!!” Slapping her own head remembering she got Arman late for his school, Aisha said, “I have to go too.” After planting a small peck on Arif’s cheek and doing a quick hug with Aliyah, she screamed while walking out of the mansion in hurry with holding an annoyed Arman’s hand, “BYE!!!” Sitting on the sofa nearby, Arif and Aliyah were the only people left in the home except for the workers. "Hassan has told Simran about him being part in this Revenge shit of Ali," Arif said to Aliyah who looked at him in shock.

She became everything Alexander Lance taught her. Four years later, she was already makingher own millions. She decided it was time to come back to America and face her past, running away from it wouldn't help. She wasn't scared anymore. She was hellbent on getting her revenge on the Roberts for what they did to her. She was planning on beating them in their own game. She became their biggest Rival. But the Roberts had no idea that the same Elisa Evans who they used and manipulated by Martina Roberts was the same Elisa Lance of now.

As soon as she pushed, Renea, a car sped toward Renea and hit her… Renea flew in the air because of the force and with a loud “bang” she was thrown to the ground. Renea was lying on the ground as the blood flowed from her head. Her white wedding dress turned red, because of the blood. Renea felt the unbearable pain in her body… She looked at Kailey, who was standing other side of the road and looking at her with a mocking smile, and her heart was filled with reluctance and remorse. “No… No… I can’t die like this… I have to live… I didn’t get my revenge yet… I can’t die like this…” Renea mumbled. Her eyes filled with reluctance…

had several questions to ask but wanted to let it all lie low while I focused on the future and how to get my revenge on those who had killed me. I was sure not going to let it slide. I wanted to know exactly how I was reborn, but it seemed as though River kept going back and forth whenever I asked him that particular question, so I decided to let it slide. River was either keeping the information from me or didn't know either from the surprise I saw in his eyes when I walked in. I shook my head and made up my mind that my revenge would come first. Our conversation continued, and as we spoke, I found myself slowly letting go of my old grudges. I realized that, in this new life, we could be

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

He crossed the room in three smooth steps and knelt in front of me, his hand resting gently—but commandingly—on mine. “Elena Moretti may be dead,” he said. “But Sierra De Luca is about to rise. To rise from the ashes of Elena. And if revenge is what you seek…” I met his eyes, steady and burning. “…then vengeance is what you shall have.” I nodded once. Fierce. Unshaken. “I want it all,” I whispered. “Every damn piece of them.”

What a waste of my time! Magnolia's face turned cold. Then, she let out a sharp laugh. "So that's what you really feel about all this?" The temperature around them seemed to drop. Quinton’s face went pale, and he fell silent in fear. But it was already too late. Magnolia had already pulled out a scalpel and slashed Quinton's waist in one swift motion. He stared at the wound, blood pouring out, disbelief written all over his face. Only then did the pain seem to register as his scream echoed through the hospital.

Alexander watched my back, his expression utterly shattered. Asher was nearly weeping with relief. "I knew it… I knew you still loved me. It's okay. With Celeste gone, nothing will come between us. Everything will be different, I promise." I took his empty hand, my smile gentle and utterly pitiless. "You're holding it wrong. The blade needs to be against the carotid. That's the only way it's quick. Relatively painless." His babbling ceased abruptly, his eyes clouded with confusion. "What?"