Diaper Revenge Novels & Stories

“Revenge.” ‎

Adrian remarked, studying the milk in the bottle. Riley settled Freya on her shoulder to let her burp. After that, a series of soft, squelchy farts suddenly erupted. Adrian and Riley looked at each other before glancing at Freya. They both panicked when they realized their daughter had dirtied her diaper for the first time since their care. “I’ll get the diaper,” Adrian said. On the other hand, Riley looked at Freya and said, “It’s staining her baby wrap, Hun!” “Let me change her diaper, Hun,” Adrian offered.

Alison took a sip, hesitating for a while before whipping out her phone and showing Renee the video. Renee flushed in embarrassment and rage after seeing it. "What a douche! A leopard never changes its spots!" Alison was almost out of breath as she cried, "Sorry, Renee… I should have listened…" Renee sighed but comforted her. "Who wouldn't get tricked by a few scumbags? Don't blame yourself. Live well, it's the best revenge… It isn't too late to catch on at this point anyway. Also, where did you get the video?"

She didn't look like she could think of something so daring. No Reika. Don't underestimate anyone. You should have learnt better. I stayed in the tub till the water turned cold then stepped out. If the perpetrator was the strange man Zara had a deal with, I could imagine the next meeting wouldn't be pleasant for me. I dried myself off, slipped into an oversized hoodie and shorts and buried myself beneath the blanket. Should I tell Stephan about it? My life could be in danger! I pulled out my revenge diary from the locked drawer it was placed in, flipped the pages and ticked off the first successful plan for revenge.

In the last twenty-four hours, it feels as if someone tossed my life into a blender and threw in random ingredients that completely turned everything I thought I knew upside down. He was throwing me off my game, and I needed to focus. This wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. It was certainly better than finding out that my husband has been cheating on me for the last eight months with my best friend. But I won’t let this steer me away from my goal of getting revenge on Rowan and Ophelia. I stripped quickly, neatly folding my clothes in a pile, and sat them on one of the chairs, tossing on the dingy, linen medical gown over my head, and sitting atop a chair with stirrups.

Another song came up, and I matched the energy, flipping my hair like an exotic stripper on a pole and swaying my hips like a professional dancer that I wasnot. I fixed a finger between the elastic band of my panties, slightly tugging it down to show a glimpse of more skin. Then, for the element of surprise, I picked up my shirt from the floor, bunched it to a thick ball, and flung it with accurate precision to cover the camera. But I kept dancing, and it had nothing to do with spite. When I started this revenge plan, I didn’t expect two things to happen.

He grabbed my arm and yanked hard. As I yelped in pain, my arm was dislocated, and the baby in the swaddle was snatched right out of my hands. Everyone screamed in horror, and chaos broke out. After stumbling backward, Paul pressed himself against the wall and raised the baby high in the air. With a crazed scowl on his face, he snarled at me, "I want 100 million dollars, Mrs. Shepherd! Make the transfer now, or else, I'm throwing this baby to the floor to kill him!

After hanging up, I collapsed to the floor as if I'd expended 15 years' worth of energy at once. 15 years. I'd waited 15 years for this. Dad, did you know? This lowly insect had finally found a blade fit for its revenge, and it was now about to transform into a vengeful demon.

Crying won't do anything to you now, believe me. The other girl said to her: I don't think this thing is a good idea at all, so forget about revenge, Diana, and let's get out of here as soon as possible, as we never need revenge. We never need revenge, believe me. sera grabbed her hands angrily and said in a voice filled with anger, hatred and malice: We don't need revenge! I swear that I will show them one by one what I will do with them. They killed me and deserted me so easily. Nothing ever separated them. They simply lived their lives after killing me. They did not think of me or remind me as if I was just rubbish and I was removed from their front. Revenge does not describe what I feel

I thought you were wonderful. He pretended to be hurt. “You don’t think I’m wonderful any more?” I think you’re cruel. You’re using those poor children as pawns to get me back into your bed, and all because of some ridiculous notion of revenge because I wouldn’t have your baby.’ She didn't know where her words came from, and she would gladly have swallowed them back if she could, but they spurted out as if they had a force of their own. His eyes had gone cold enough to make her shiver. But the smile hadn’t dropped. He leaned forward and brushed his cheek against hers. It’s not revenge, Dianne. I’m giving you what you want. In return, you’re giving me what I want.’