Novel & Cerita Cold Revenge

His fists tightened until the veins on his arms burned. He turned toward her again, and something inside him snapped anger crashing through the faint guilt that had begun to form. Riven ripped the blanket from her body, tossing it aside with a cold, sharp motion. "She can freeze for all I care," he muttered, his tone dripping with venom. He picked up the remote and pressed a button. A soft hum filled the air as the AC dropped to its lowest temperature. The air turned sharp and icy within seconds. Riven's eyes lingered on her one last time a war flickering silently in his gaze before he turned on his heel and walked away.

if he pulls is out, I'm sure the cold air would bite harder. The hilt is wrapped in black leather, worn from use. Silver guards curve up like small fangs. No gold. No jewels. Nothing soft. It’s heavy. It’s quiet. It’s death. if Frostbite Blade moves, people don’t scream. They just stop breathing. Because they know - the cold comes first, then the cut. Raphael said In a cold voice "Watch yourself vampire." Mars snarled in fury, "I have a name, demon!" I restrained mars and said to Raphael.

He thought about her words, her promises to help him exact revenge on Aurelio Rexton's grip on the glass tightened, his knuckles white with tension. "I'll get my chance," he whispered, his voice dripping with venom. "And when I do, Aurelio will pay for what he's done,if not for anything for everything I’ve lost these past years, he’s dearly going to pay." The whiskey glass shattered on the floor, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the depth of Rexton's anger. He rose from the couch, his eyes blazing with determination, his heart consumed by an unquenchable thirst for revenge.

Colt said kindly from his couch, and I stopped. It made sense now why Colt could be so cool and in control all the time. It was because he had outlets like these, moments of revenge for injustice. Where all I had was my rage. Rage at how unfair and evil the world was. I took a deep breath, staring at the cracked skin around Norio’s left eye where I had struck him, watching the blood drip from the skin now blotched with tiny crosses of green veins in a webbed pattern. “I want you to remember why I am doing this.” I leaned closer to his face. “I want you to remember all the pleasures you got from your selfish depravity that night, and how you felt on top of the world.”

ᯓ★ Ginger rushed to the villain’s lair, breathing heavily because she was in a hurry and didn’t want to be late. If she wanted to stay longer in her enemies’ workplace and be successful with the execution of her revenge plan, then she would need to follow one of the codes of conduct, which was punctual. “Wait, hold the elevator!” Yelled, Ginger at the person who was about to enter the elevator while she was running. She was so busy catching her breath, she didn’t notice it was Charlie. Ginger just realized it when Charlie spoke.

after some time she came with shivering. me: " what baby kitten.. just now enjoying in rain.. now what happened.. you are shivering.. anyways you were enjoying that cold rain.. so I want you to enjoy more... look what I have arranged for you... (I pointed towards what I have arranged.. seeing that her eyes went wide..) Me:"(smriking) what happened?? " I asked her.. ELINA: " nothing.. " me: " go and sleep on the ice bed.. enjoy the cold.."

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After a few gulps, he pulled the water away. “Good?” “Yeah,” I said hoarsely. “Sw Are you hungry?” “No.” “Are you cold?” I hesitated, thinking of how I could use my next answer to my advantage. “…Yes.” “It is pretty cold in here, isn’t it?” Colt leaned over and set the water bottle down. “We have to keep it cold here. This room is where we butcher our kills. The cold keeps the meat fresh.” His arms stayed firmly around me. If I thought he was going to leave me alone or at least detach from me to give me the sweater off his back, I was wrong. “There’s been so much blood in here that it stains the floor. Can you smell it?”

"This is not simple frost. This is witchcraft." "How would you know?" Lukas muttered from the floor, still rubbing his throat after what had happened earlier. "Because I read, Lukas, not just growl," I shot back without looking at him. "There was a record in my mother’s library about the northern clans, Rowan. The curse called Frozen Breath. If you use fire against it, you only speed it up. The flesh will crack from the heat." I knelt beside the sentry. My hands trembled, but I took a deep breath.

I snap, storming toward my room and grabbing the small notebook I found last night—the one where I jotted down formulas that kept haunting my thoughts, along with a few I’d crafted specifically for Oliver. When I return to the living room, he’s still sitting, as if rooted to the spot. I toss the notebook onto his lap. The gesture leaves him speechless. “There. Enough perfume formulas to get your revenge on Oliver. And I’ll even give you the name of the man who betrayed you.” “That’s not necessary,” he mutters, finally standing. “Yes, it is. That way, we’re done. His name is Leroy. Satisfied now? Do you think maybe, just maybe, you can stop hurting me like Oliver did? Or do you believe I have