Her Revenge Wears Many Faces Novels & Stories

Flashbacks, The woman had scold his son saying,"of all people in this pack, why do you have to move along with this child of a flirty traitor? Her mother was a omega beggar who was a child of a traitor." End of flashbacks. He remembers this and unsheathed his sword from the cover and move closer and stare straight into her eyes. The old woman shivers at the sight of the sword. He slew her without mercy and her blood splatter everywhere while the other captive throw their face in disgust and wailed. "Bring the prisoner out." A voice commands and not sooner that he has said; a man was pushed forward with the shackles in his leg making noise and attracting the attention of the people around suc

I looked at the master bedroom and soon felt a pair of eyes on me and looked towards another room and caught a glimpse of an innocent face which I recognised immediately. I saw her yesterday when I was going back. I crashed into her and didn’t bother helping her even when her doe like hazel eyes begged me to. But there was no longer life in those eyes, it was red and there were bags under her eyes. she looked miserable and helpless. I saw her call someone and I understood I was in deep trouble. I immediately left with the satisfaction that I didn’t have to kill again. At least for now I think.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

“But yes, if you want to hear it clearly—I killed her.” He stared at me, probably hoping he didn’t hear it right. I traced his face with my claw, for a second I thought about ripping it but it was too messy, I don’t want his blood to stain my dress more. So I finally said, “You have the privilege to join her.” All my hatred accumulated to this scene, every bitter memory flashed in the back of my mind. Colton desperately uttered, “You lost. This entire revenge means you still care.” I was unfazed and just let my claws dig into his skin, dragging down flesh and blood from his neck to his chest. He screamed in pain.

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

Instead, I turn back to the mirror, letting my gaze travel over the length of my dress, the subtle strength in my stance, the fire in my eyes. Revenge. It’s a word I’ve held close to my chest all these years, feeding on it, letting it reshape me. They thought they had buried me under shame, but all they did was plant a seed. And now I’ve bloomed into something they’ll never be able to control. Damien moves closer, his shirt hanging open, exposing the sculpted lines of his chest. He stops behind me, his reflection towering over mine, his presence wrapping around me like steel and fire.

Before this ice that protects her pierces her through, and leaves nothing human behind. My revenge, if I have one, will not be against them. It will be for her. To try, beneath the black silk armor and the crown of hatred, to find the sister I barely knew, and whom I see losing herself in a triumph that tastes of ash. And to unravel the mystery of the man who stands at her side, whose gaze, even from afar, burns with the intensity of one who has found what he was seeking. ---

If I soften too early, if I fold in the face of a man’s sorrow, I may hand him the leverage he needs to undo everything. I cannot let that happen. I will test him the way the law will test him: with facts, witnesses, and records. If he truly wants to repair this, he will accept that scrutiny. Revenge is a defensive strategy. It is the only language available to someone who was rendered invisible in a previous life. I sit on the bed and breathe, counting the small practicalities. That is the work I have to do. The rest… the personal wishing, the hunger for a version of the man I loved… has to be managed and contained.

“Let her speak. If she kneels at my gate, then she seeks my mercy or my justice. Bring her here.” Isha’s lips quivered. She stepped forward, chin lifted, and for a heartbeat her face was not the face of a defeated woman but the face of a person gathering storms. “Now it’s time for revenge,” she thought, a bright and dangerous ember in her chest. They will regret Crowned kindness that abandoned a mother. I will make them pay for locking my child away. And you two—useless fools who forgot who raised you—you will remember me. Her steps echoed in the hall as everyone turned to watch. No one yet knew what shape her revenge would take. For now, it was enough that she had entered — that she had dec

Today I’m a different person, I’m Isabella Carlo, ready to fight my own battles and seeking revenge for all the injustice I've endured. I stood before the mirror, my gaze fixed on the reflection staring back at me. My once flowing locks now cascaded just past my shoulders, a symbol of the change that had consumed me. Gone were the emotions that used to dance in my eyes, replaced instead by a steely determination fueled by revenge and an overwhelming hatred. The smile that had once graced my lips, a beacon of warmth and happiness, had vanished without a trace. In its place, a cold and distant expression adorned my face, a constant reminder of the darkness that now consumed me. I was no longer