Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned Novels & Stories

I have never seen a woman angrier than the lady who stood in front of me; her hazel eyes were burning brightly with indignation. Her clenched fist had turned pale before she repeated the question, “Who the fuck is this, Matt?” She raised her voice, and for the first time since she stepped in here, her eyes left me and wandered to Matt’s cool face. Matt took a swig of the wine in his cup and slowly put the cup down. He glanced at me, and when his gaze fell on the orange juice in my cup, he arched his eyebrow questioningly. “Aren’t you old enough to drink alcohol yet?”

For someone like her who was no different from them, she shouldn't judge them, right? No, she was the worst scum on earth and others weren't allowed to be worst than she was and thus, she would destroy them! Every one of them! Regan only stared blankly out of the window in his room. There was nothing in his mind and he was feeling nothing either. Maybe venting his frustration on her was a bad thing and he had been avoiding doing that until she came here. Couldn't she have just stayed with the others or better go back to her house?

Whenever she hears this name, her blood boils. “What about our men? He asked her to be sure what she is planning. “Do you think I care about anything as long as I ruin our biggest enemy? She looked at the man; her words held a hidden meaning. The man felt a little pity for their men, but what can he say? They hear the sound. The woman smirked. It seems her prey is finally here. As she looked out, a chopper flew up to their car, smirked “our prey is here, let’s go, call our men right now” the woman felt better; finally, after years of her revenge going to complete, she can pour out her hatred and ruin this man.

It was refreshing to witness the cold bastard lose his composure because of a woman. "Am I not good enough for her? I fucking approached her going out of my way and she had the audacity to tell me that she was going to sue me for sexual harassment." Raphael banged his fist at the table startling both Aidan and Lucas. Lucas placed a hand over his heart. "As if that woman's verbal attack wasn't enough now you are scaring my poor heart too. My heart and I can't handle his drunk ass and his crazy woman on the same day." Lucas groaned.

Then, all of a sudden, she spat directly at the woman’s face, her voice laced with mockery and provocation. “I wasn’t even afraid of murder charges—why the hell would I be scared of a lowlife like you? If you’ve got the guts, kill me.” The spit landed squarely on the woman’s cheek. Her already twisted expression became even more grotesque. Wiping her face roughly, her eyes flashed with murderous rage. She gritted her teeth and bellowed, “You asked for it! Beat her to death!” Like a raging storm, the blows rained down on Senna once again. The scarred woman grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the wall. Blood streamed down her forehead as her vision blurred.

It was a sound that had no resemblance to the woman I knew—she sounded like a wounded animal, a haunting cry of agony. A look of pure horror etched itself onto Scott's face, mirroring the torment that had gripped us all. "No, fuck, no! She won't fight back, not anymore! I'm going in," his frantic voice echoed in the van, but by then, I was already in motion, driven by a blind fury that defied reason.

She muffled a painful scream and tried to stay strong. She couldn't break down. She couldn't let them see her tears. She couldn't fight back. "Look at me, you worthless piece of shit. You come in here acting all high and mighty and now I'm going to mess you up real bad." The woman sneered. Reign whimpered. Pain was tearing every inch of her scalp and if the woman didn't stop immediately, she was going to root out a chunk of her hair with flesh. Something Reign knew would delight her oppressor if it happened.

I've almost been raped but the scorned woman said she didn't want any of her men to touch me so I could be tight enough for all the men I would get to sleep with at the brothel I will be taken to eventually. The funny thing is, with every taunting word, every action, and every little thing I go through, I grow more hardened, more determined to live. If this is how people are reborn into criminals, then I'm going to be a living example and I'm not backing down. The scorned woman comes to see me every day expecting me to grovel and beg for freedom as well as for my life, but when she sees the blazing fire in my eyes and the determination, it only drives her around the bend and then she devises

The man hit his both hands on the table angrily and said through gritted teeth. “It would feel so good to be killed by the one you love the most.” The woman said to him and the man frowned completely displeased by her attitude. “You’re crazy.” He then stood up and left the room. “I will kill that brat like I had killed her.. hahahaha..” Behind him, the woman’s evil laugh was echoing making the man realized what a big trouble he had taken after joining his new job…. …

She stood there for a second, chest heaving, fists clenched so tightly her nails drew blood from her palms. Then the scream came. A raw, guttural sound that tore from her throat and ricocheted off every surface in the room. She grabbed the nearest object—a crystal vase filled with white lilies (always lilies, always a reminder of graves)—and hurled it against the opposite wall. It exploded in a shower of glass and water, petals scattering like bloodied snow. “Alive,” she snarled, voice shaking with fury. “That bitch is alive. In my house. Breathing the same air as my son. Sleeping under the same roof as my husband.”