Novel & Cerita Erotic Revenge Stories

She wanted to get to the bottom of their lies. “Your friend said you never raped me like you said you did. That you wouldn’t put your hands on me because I was out cold. It reminded you too much of his dead body.” He screamed out loud like a lion roaring, but she was unfazed. “Of course, we would never have touched a dirty creature like you, you stupid bitch! Having another man touch and lick your body disgusts me. Do you think I’d want Arthur to fuck you? He deserved someone as pure as he was.”

"Wow, is it time for grievances now, sweetheart? Fine. Then let me complain too—stop saying that lunatic is my lover. I’ve told you before, even if this marriage is fake, I respect you. And I expect the same from you, because I swear, if I ever find out you have a lover, I’ll charge you a million euros for moral damages. And for the record—your slap almost left me with a permanent injury." I squint at him, about to reply, when a sudden bang on the window makes me jump. At that exact moment, Nathan shifts his body, and I can’t stop myself from feeling the unmistakable brush of his length against my most intimate spot. A real moan escapes my lips before I can hold it back, and my cheeks flush

The full moon cast its glory down upon the night, sprinkling the clearing in the forest with shafts of silver. The air was brisk and reeked of pine. Amidst her pack, Sophia's heart raced with anticipation. They were training, honing their mind and body for such a phase when the moon watched over them, and she was set to impress them. Then, in one swift moment, she was off, racing across the forest floor, and her black hair streaming out behind her like some sort of shadow. She leaped and bounded, her feet barely touching the ground. The other young werewolves cheered as the echoes went through the trees.

Carmen nodded numbly, her thoughts elsewhere. As Erica and Alaric continued to talk to her, fragments of unrecognizable memories began to surface again. She saw herself at a lavish dinner, arguing with a guy whose face she couldn't see properly. She felt the cold disdain in his eyes, the tension between them palpable. The hate she felt was so similar to the hate she felt when Cody and Mille threw her off for dead. She saw more-herself, cruel, lashing out at everyone around her. The image of a broken vase returned, the shards glinting like jagged stars on the floor. Blood all over her hands.

With one final glance back at Wayne, who waved from the bed, I stepped out and left for the work. But the moment I walked out of the hospital, thoughts of Alessandro filled my head all over again. “Ugh!” I slapped my cheeks with both hands, trying to clear my head. “How can you be so shameless?!” I scolded myself. I couldn't afford to get distracted. I still had my revenge and what worse was that, Alessandro was the man that I had killed with my own hands in my past life! How could I be so thick-skinned, so completely shameless, to go and fall for him now?

“Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.” Dante’s entire body froze. “What?” Victor’s gaze slowly darkened. “And Peter will do the same thing to you.” Dante’s breathing immediately grew heavier. “I don’t care about that anymore,” Dante muttered quietly. Victor smirked faintly. “You can keep denying it.” The older man stared directly into Dante’s eyes now. And slowly— Dante’s anger began mixing with something far worse. Confusion. “What exactly do you know?” Dante demanded sharply.

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It is a collision of wills, an attempt by one to subjugate the other, to erase moral betrayal through physical force. I rear against him, a defense reflex that immediately transforms into counterattack. My nails, long and varnished dark red, dig into the skin of his back. I rake, I gouge, seeking to inflict a mark as indelible as his is upon me. He grunts, a muffled sound of defiance, and drives his response deeper, changing angle, seeking the point that will make me yield. Breathing becomes a duel of gasping, hissing breaths. The air in the room, already warm, thickens with the musky odor of sex, of salty sweat, and that more primitive effluvium, that of conflict and domination.

It was he who had made me give up on living. Marcus suddenly slammed his fist into the steering wheel of his car. The sharp sound of the horn was like a cry of pain that came too late. He had killed me. With his blindness, his selfishness, his misplaced loyalty, he had killed the woman who loved him more than her own life. While Marcus tortured himself with these realizations, he had no idea that Ethan was already ten steps ahead. Ethan had hired the best private investigators money could buy. They had obtained all the evidence of Dr. Sullivan and Celeste's private conspiracy.

“I just came here to relax for Christmas, and you’re calling me a mistress?! Do you have any shame? Don’t you know how I’ve treated you all these years?!” Thomas exploded like a lit fuse. “I organized debauchery? You burned down my company and still dare to slander me. You deserve to die!” With a fierce look, he rushed at me with his fist raised. I sidestepped swiftly and struck him hard across the face. The crisp sound echoed as a red handprint appeared instantly. “I’m just telling the truth. What are you going to do about it?” I took the envelope from my pocket and waved it in front of everyone.