Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Helen's breathing momentarily ceased as she processed those words in her head. She could swear that she had heard those words somewhere before, in some long-forgotten memory, one that she had suppressed so thoroughly that she had managed to convince herself that she no longer cared about it at all. However, as the woman towered over her, those words came flooding back, tearing destructively at the fragile control that Helen had fought so hard to retain. The woman drew nearer, her blazing eyes full of rage, her words dripping with scorn.

"Hell has no fury like a woman scorned." That’d been my mantra since the mating ritual during the last full moon. The night Higan Sinclair unleashed the full extent of his hatred for me. He held nothing back, and even the blind could sense it. I’ve cried, cursed—and cried again, but that was just the extent of my fury, the only release I could afford myself. Higan Sinclair was untouchable, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, while I was nothing more than an Omega—a lowly rank that didn’t even warrant his acknowledgment, let alone his respect.

I was faster than her. Hilda Farell's smile twisted into a deadly and malevolent grin, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. "You have no inkling of the torment that awaits you," she hissed, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I will haunt you until your dying breath, and even beyond that, I will ensure your soul is forever trapped in a realm of suffering."

They seemed to be conveying such thoughts as ‘seductive b*tch, go to hell’. If gazes were capable of murder, Xyla figured that she’d probably be dead a thousand times over by now. Right then, her feeling of unhappiness was nearly at its peak. Her hatred against Mary had also escalated to the next level.

“Then burn them.” “No.” Her eyes sharpened. “Then die.” I stepped forward. The ash turned to coal. The stars cracked. Fury rose—not wild, but deliberate. “I’ll burn,” I said, “but only when I want to.” The woman screamed. Not in pain. In rage. Her body fractured, splintering like a mirror struck by divine anger. From those cracks poured eyeless crows, mouthless wolves, flames hissing with forgotten names. She unravelled into smoke, bone, and silence.

He announced and started to walk away. “Do you have any idea that what I have become from that one mistake, Arnold? You are a male and could walk away from this, but I am a woman. And a woman like me is termed as females without honor. You ruined it for me.” She screeched with fury rolling in her eyes and for a moment Arnold found her unpleasant. Her vibrant eyes became molten lava and sweet tongue erupted with bitter juice of hatred. He scoffed and looks back at her with pity.

Fury rolled off him like heat from a fire. “Seize that damn woman!”

💲 La colère d'une femme amoureuse 💲 🎀Auteur : Judi le Romantique Plume 🎀 🖌️-------- Épisode final-----🖌️ 🖌️- ----- Épisode 14-----🖌️ LA FEMME................. Connaissez-vous cet être ? Il faille ne même pas la connaître. Aussi douce qu'elle soit c'est de la même manière qu'elle peut devenir la pire espère terrestre.

But the scorn continued, calming her nerves as she added, “But that's fine. I already right my mistake you've cause, you bitch!” The woman startled, and the women around stop mumbling. She said, “Don't trick me sister. I know your might, as so your limitation!” “Then dare to show up and open the path to the heaven!” “You think I am a fool to do that?” She dismiss the women and they disperse to reappear outside, continue mumbling a strange words. The scorn replace by a sneered, and said, “You can't be a fool, of course. But are you certain you aren't wasted your time, stupid bitch?”

Ellie hissed. His mind accepted her words, pain gripped him, but he wasn’t stunned by it. He’d known everyone who worked inside the testing facility considered them nothing more than breathing flesh to abuse. Why he’d thought she’d be any different had been a mistake on his part. Stupid and unforgivable. Fury gripped him and his finger twitched. He moved his mouth, a silent snarl trapped inside his throat, and promised he’d get even with the woman for fooling him into believing she was different.