Her Revenge Wears Many Faces Novels & Stories

Moon goddess said. “What event would you want to be reincarnated to?” She questioned, suddenly. I paused to think and then came to a conclusion. I wanted to see my mother, at least, one more time before I finally carried out my revenge on them. “Years before my mother died in the raid.”

I let out a deep breath, my shoulders sagging as I blinked out tears and tried to get my bearings back around me. Just as I was doing that, I felt a hand on my chin. She raised my head up to look at her and when I did, all I could see on her face and in those darkened eyes of hers were hatred and a burning desire for revenge. She wanted to hurt someone and it was just my luck that I was the scapegoat in her periphery to explore the levels of hatred and revenge that she was ready to get into. As I stared at her, she smiled widely. “Now, for the grand finale”

She would not allow herself to keep bearing the pain any longer until she avenges her father’s death. The sense of injustice and the desire for retribution ignited a fire within her, propelling her forward. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, fraught with danger and heartache, but she couldn't allow herself to falter.Athena's hurt fueled her determination for revenge, but she was aware that revenge alone would not heal her wounds. She needed to find a way to reconcile her pain and her thirst for justice. As she reentered the Esteros community, where she would once again face Ardolf, she steeled herself for the battles to come, both physical and emotional.

Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar. "Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime." I walked towards the car I left there the previous day, slid into the driver's seat and drove back home with a feeling of satisfaction. I was going to finish my revenge, I was goig to end every single person who was involved in the ruination of my life and I was gonna do it in the worst ways possible. ** The Next Day I stood in front of my Target as he approached me. He just came from Australia and I was posing as his driver.

Not after ten. She stayed curled on the floor until her body trembled with cold, her skin was soaked to the bone, her fingers wrinkled and pale. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, felt like they could barely stay open. Thirty minutes passed before she dragged herself up, wrapped in a towel, and faced the mirror. Then the figure appeared behind the glass, eyes glinting. “You’re so pretty,” it murmured. “And he still cheated. You gave him everything. You helped her rise. And how did she repay you? She stabbed you in the back.”

She can let herself be cared for by him, she has to only be careful and build her fences high not to fall for him, and revenge will come later when she has the strength to defeat them. She just has to fool around, play with his emotions and shatter his heart in the end, that is the trick. Romance revenge won't be such a bad idea. "What are you afraid of?" He asked. Good question, "I'm afraid you might break my heart if you regain your memory and find out I am not the girl you loved, you might think I deceived you deliberately" she lied, not a complete lie. He opened his mouth to say another word, but she inserted her finger into his mouth without a second thought. He knew exactly what to do,

the woman then softly touched her face and got up from the bed. Inside the bathroom she then quickly removed the face mask she was wearing below which there was a face which was filled with red coloured spots while somewhere now starting to turn black, the eyes of that lady were filled with revenge as she softly touched her face with her trembling hands before she closed her eyes and put the face mask back on her face

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

Her usually beautiful, vibrant curls—the ones she always took such pride in styling—were a chaotic, tangled mess piled carelessly at the top of her head, strands falling wildly around her face. Her clothes were wrinkled, her posture slumped and defeated. But it was her eyes that truly broke something in me. Her eyes held a deep hurt and a crushing regret that she couldn't possibly hide. She looked broken. And then Marcello’s words from the motel room echoed violently in my head, rewiring everything I thought I knew. “When she found out about Dave's OnlyFans... she didn't care about my orders anymore. She just wanted revenge for you.” And to think she had done what she did—that she had entere

At the man who had hidden me, denied me, used me when convenient, and then discarded me when inconvenient. No. He never even used me because he never needed me. “I stopped being your daughter the day you decided I was a mistake— which was the day I was born,” I replied. His breath hitched again, panic flashing in his fading eyes. “Revna… please.” The plea echoed oddly in the stone walls. I straightened. This was not revenge. Revenge is emotional. Messy. This was correction. I drew my blade. The sound of steel sliding free was quiet. Intimate.