Her Revenge Wears Many Faces Novels & Stories

The only reason I hadn't until now was because I recognised the part that was drawn to her and whatever those files revealed of her past, I didn't want it to interrupt with my revenge plans for my sister. White spurts of my come splashed on her face, decorating her cheek, chin and the corner of her mouth. I watched as her tongue darted out and licked the corner of her lips and she closed her eyes, tasting me like it was some tasty fûcking dessert. A look of pure bliss crossed her face before she schooled her features and looked at me. I almost smiled. She was fûcking perfect. And day by day it was getting hard to consider her nothing but a pawn in my revenge. Fûck.

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.

And somehow, she had returned. Panic rose, but it didn’t last. Fear had no place here anymore. Trevon had thought he could end her, but the universe had other plans. She was alive, and this second chance came with a promise: this time, she would control her destiny. Stepping onto the streets, the city seemed to recognize her rebirth. Everything smelled sharper, brighter, more dangerous. Faces had changed, but the rhythm of the city hadn’t skipped a beat. And somewhere in the chaos, she would find her revenge—and maybe, a new kind of love.

ROCKAN’S POV I overreacted. I felt the weight of that realization pressing down on me like a heavy burden. Things spiraled out of control in my mind, and I lashed out. I didn’t mean what I said to her; deep down, I knew she loved me. Yet the anger simmered just beneath the surface, fueled by the unsettling thought that she could be using me. But who wouldn’t? Denera was maltreated by her own family, and when she finally found herself in a position of power, of course, she would seek revenge. It was only natural.

Renee knows very well how much Reva hates her, so Renee feels very impatient to see what expression Reva will show later when she sees Renee's figure who is still alive coming to see her. "I can't wait to see your expression when I see me, Reva. I'll give you a beautiful surprise," Renee muttered with a smile on the corners of her beautiful lips. Renee still looks very beautiful even though at this time all that can be seen from the corners of her lips is a smile full of sheer cunning. Yes, a smile that implies what Renee will do next, beautiful and elegant revenge that Renee will show to these cheap women, a pair of mother and daughter who seem to never reflect on themselves that they have

I wore a very tight black dress that hugged my body perfectly, with a large black cosmopolitan hat that held most of my ego, my make up was a little mild but my lip were bloody red. I was death in human form ready to serve it for free. The dramatic scene came when the door was open wide for me, breeze blowing and I stood before men, totally deadpan, this was a different me, with eyes staring probably wondering where I came from. I said nothing, scanning through the room for my prey. There he was, the very man who turned my life upside down, how can he still have a smile on his face. The pain again started returning, I can’t forgive because I can’t forget all that I went through, seeing him n

But the truth is that hate is only love turned inside out bruised, rotting, but still beating. There was a time when Sheila’s revenge was methodical. She wanted justice, proof, exposure. But now, with every secret she unearthed, her humanity slipped further away. The discovery of Adrian’s hidden crimes had changed something fundamental inside her. It was no longer about revenge. It was about retribution. And retribution has no mercy. Adrian sat in his study, staring at the flickering screen that whispered her name. Vanessa watched him from the doorway, suspicion festering like a wound she could no longer hide.

Her voice rose to a shriek that hurt their ears. "I can't pay back one hundred million dollars! I'll lose everything!" For the first time, her sweet, innocent mask was completely gone. Mom and Dad stared at this stranger wearing their daughter's face. This woman screaming and cursing looked nothing like their gentle Celeste. For twenty years, they had believed she was their perfect angel. They had thought I was the cold, selfish one. But now they could see the truth. All my quiet acceptance hadn't been weakness. It had been strength. All my "understanding" compromises hadn't been me giving up. They had been my way of saying goodbye.

Until Wednesday to decide how to play her next encounter with Damien. And somehow, she had to keep remembering that the handsome billionaire who'd caught her arm last night wasn't a man. He was a mission. A target. The instrument of her revenge. Nothing more. Even if, when she closed her eyes, she could still feel the warmth of his hand on her elbow and the intensity of his dark gaze seeing something in her that no one else had seen in three years. She couldn't afford to be seen. Not as Isabella. Not as herself. Only as the weapon she'd forged herself into. The weapon that would destroy Damien Blackwell and everything he held dear.

And it all started with ‘Revenge’ to avenge the humility she went through, she decided to turn evil. I must be wasting your time. I know. But it just keeps getting interesting on how every powerful being joined hands together, but are still unable to stop Krulisa and Borham. Now you know, Revenge can make you unstoppable. You just keep pushing yourself to do it, until one day, you finally realise, that revenge made you lose your own world. Now, don’t stop here! Let me tell you what happened next. Back to the story. Heatherhalls Institute.