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The alpha growled loudly, “I don't care about your motivations, only your actions!” “Be on alert…” I whispered, feeling the warmth of his body. I sighed as he approached, brushing his lips. Furthermore, I closed my eyes, missing him. Furthermore, I opened my eyes, looking at him and sensing his reluctance. His eyes were different and clearer, indicating there was something he wanted to say despite his resistance. A bang echoed behind me. I turned my head, finding Harry invading the room and breaking the spell, with Agatha smiling by his side. I think I shared the vision because Harvey smiled.

The house where I'd tried so hard to build a family, where I'd given everything and received nothing in return. "They're going to pay for this," I said quietly, my hands clenched in my lap. "For everything they've done." Sophia glanced at me, something fierce and approving in her expression. "Damn right they are." I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Revenge would come later, I promised myself. Alex thought he could discard me like trash, thought I was too weak and broken to fight back. He was wrong. But first, I needed to heal. I needed to rebuild myself, to remember who I was before I became Mrs. Alex Hayes.

I snapped at the man. "It isn't because of me. She chose this path. She chose to have Revenge." Vladimir retorted. I scoffed, "So did I because it is what everyone else would've done, dumbass. When we are done here, I'm going to make you suck your own dick." And I was not kidding. "Now, where the fuck is Blake?" "Blake? Tell me—my dearest step-son—" he smirked making me frown, "I'm not your step son. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The girl froze, her wide eyes fixed on Daphne's towering form. "Are you deaf, girl? Those goblets should shine," Daphne barked. "Do you think Lord Michael would drink from something as dull as your wit?" The maid flushed a deep red, stammering apologies as she scrubbed harder. Daphne let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Pathetic. You are all so pathetic it's depressing to watch." she muttered before sweeping out of the kitchen, leaving a trail of fear in her wake. AN EVENING AT THE FERINWALD MANOR

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

he bares his teeth, the gun tilting with every word, “—you’re helping her get revenge.” Behind me, I feel Victoria stiffen. She doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and I keep my focus locked on him because I know the moment I glance at her, he’ll see it as confirmation. “Revenge?” I let out a hollow laugh and tilt my head as if the idea itself is beneath me. “You give yourself too much credit. You’ve been failing all on your own, Harry. I’ve just been watching.” His face goes red, fury eating away at the edges of his composure. Vivienne grips his arm, whispering something sharp, but Harry shrugs her off, his entire body coiled and shaking.

"Because I wanted revenge—revenge on you, and on that woman! Harry, I truly love you. To be with you, I even poisoned Jerry. But you've always loved that woman. Your secretary, your mistress—they all remind you of her. You made me waste my love on you, and it hurt so much! "I knew Wendy was your obsession. So I swapped her and Jessica, and made you treat my daughter like your life. Do you have any idea how happy I've been seeing you adore my daughter all these years, Harry? I loved seeing you kept in the dark, watching you spin in circles. No one can ever make a fool of me!"

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

He began to mutter inaudible words. "Lest I forget. I have not forgiven you for the offense you committed at school. Now, you have the chance to prove yourself as a changed person by behaving responsibly before I return.” I rose from my seat, grabbing my bag and checking my watch. “Where are you going to, Lily? Are you leaving already?” his voice was shaky and laced with curiosity as he inquired. While I ignored Harry's question, I closed the distance between myself and Bella and spoke loudly. "If Harry misbehaves, I want you to break his legs." I heaved a sigh. “Promised?”