Cheers to comeuppance Novels & Stories

Burying the bitterness I felt, I smirked and said with feigned indifference, "The machetes got rusty, and some people ended up being trash. You were right. When it's time to get rid of something, I should just do it. Don't apologize, Michael. You should be congratulating me instead." The salty sea breeze was a little chilly, but Michael's gaze was unmistakably fiery as he looked at me. We stood there in silence for some time before a knowing smirk formed on his face. "Congratulations are indeed in order. Congratulations to you for ridding yourself of your depressing past and stepping into the next stage of your life. I should be congratulated as well." Confused, I turned to him and asked, "W

I followed suit, reaching for a glass from the nearby table as we all held them aloft, ready for the toast. "Cheers to...?" I inquired, curiosity lacing my words, eager to hear their response. Sarah's voice rang out, filled with enthusiasm, "To the undeniable success of your launch, Brielle!" A momentary pause filled the air as their words sunk in, and a surge of gratitude washed over me. "Oh!" I exclaimed, a genuine smile gracing my features, "In that case, let's raise our glasses high and toast to the resounding success of this launch!"

I bite my lip to keep from crying again, and raise my glass to meet hers. "Cheers." AUTHOR'S NOTE: She's signing it. Banks will get over it

I didn’t care. “So here’s to getting over you,” I said, and my voice didn’t shake this time. It was clear, sharp, drunk, and honest. “To forget your name when I wake up. To laugh without it hurting. To me…” I tapped my chest with my free hand, “...choosing me for once.” I raised the glass higher. “To moving on". A humorless smile crossed my lips. "To being done. Cheers!” The glass hit my lips before anyone could clink theirs. The whiskey burned going down, hot and fast, and I set the empty glass down on the bar with a crack that made the bartender flinch.

She seemed so much happy, today. "That bitch, is finally out of the city," sneered Ann as she continued to sip her beer. "She won't boss me around anymore," she added , as she raised her glass of beer high into the air, gesturing them for a tossed , "Cheers to finally being free!" As she pushed out these words, she let out a big scream, that startled everyone in the room. She strode to the dance floor, and joined the others. She danced merrily, like it was her last time.

By betraying her with her own blood. Greg noticed her clenched fists and leaned in slightly. “Relax,” he murmured. “We’re just getting started.” As if on cue, a waiter approached with a tray of champagne. Greg took two glasses, handing one to Jane before raising his in a mock toast. “To revenge,” he whispered with a smirk. Jane smirked back and clinked her glass against his. “To revenge.”

“Cheers to that. Peace tastes a hell of a lot better than blood.” Collin arched a brow, swirling his drink with that unusual bored grace. “Let’s not get too comfortable. Peace doesn’t last forever.” “Oh, let us pretend for one damn night, Your Grumpy Highness,” Cheyenne replied, bumping her shoulder against Gunner’s. “We’ve earned it.” A round of cheers followed, some enthusiastic, some half-drunk, and baby Darian babbled in happy agreement as Chelsea kissed the top of his fuzzy head.

We all followed suit, “Cheers to good health and to life. Cheers to family” “Cheers to family” we all clicked glasses before downing our drinks.

she said, raising her glass, "cheers to the daughter-in-law who dares to defy everyone." I lifted my own glass, a small, defiant smile tugging at my lips. "Cheers."

I say as I hand him a glass of wine. “Freedom is just a consolation prize to my vengeance,” he replies. I call everyone’s attention by clinking the fork against my wine glass. I then raise the glass and confidently say, "You’ve all waited long enough, and now it's your turn to strike—this time, nothing will stop you from getting what you’re owed. Cheers to our perceived victory against Marius and Hazel Thorne!” “Cheers!” they say in unison. As we continue our little celebration for our newly-formed alliance, I receive a call from a police officer, whom I’m paying for our protection.