Her Revenge Wears Many Faces Novels & Stories

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

I leaned in and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. "Thank you for being the best guardian anyone could ask for," I said as I pulled away, wiping my tear-stained cheeks. Sophia pulled me close, her grip tightening around me. "We'll get through this," she whispered, her voice steady yet filled with worry. "I'll help you in any way I can, but don't let this quest for revenge change who you are." Her eyes, full of concern, locked onto mine. "I won't, Auntie Sophia," I promised, trying to sound confident. She nodded slowly.

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.

They looked peaceful from here, the streets below moving in rhythm, unaware of what was about to unfold. A soft sound came from the hallway, one of the servants passing by. I didn’t turn. My reflection in the glass stared back at me, and for a moment I barely recognized it. My face looked older, harder. The anger that had once burned brightly had settled into something quieter, more deliberate. People often mistook revenge for passion, but it wasn’t. Passion fades. Revenge endures. It becomes a discipline, a habit that keeps you alive long after reason has gone. *

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

“I have returned to reclaim what is mine. My powers have awakened, and this is the Selene I was always meant to be. No one will ever look down on me, betray or hurt me again.” Then, my gaze shifted—to my father, to Callista, to Kieran. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide with fear. Good. The fear that was etched on their faces was the start of the true revenge Because this was only the beginning. The real game had just begun.

Years of being treated as trash and less than the rest of the family, she had been left unsure of how to stand up for herself. “Enough”, Reign’s voice echoed through the room. He stood at the doorway, his expression cold and angry. “What is wrong with you two? She’s your sister, not your servant.” Ruby shrugged, feigning innocence. “She doesn’t mind.” “She minds,” Reign snapped, turning to Brooke. “You don’t have to take this, Brooke. Speak up for yourself, even if they’re family.” Brooke met his gaze, tears welling up. She nodded faintly but wasn’t sure she could muster the courage to push back.

He tightly clenched his fist. "Don't challenge me. You will lose. Don't make the mistake of thinking that I am Aris Johnson from five years ago. I am not a stupid man, madly in love with you. Soon you will be able to see my ruthlessness. Her wild eyes scrutinize closely her impressions. "Then you will understand what revenge is like." She got nervous and turned her eyes away from him. She couldn’t look at his cold face. He put a bitter smile on his lips as she steals her eyes like this and took her face in his grip.

All I felt was a burning rage,I gripped the sheet so tight,tears streaming uncontrollably. When he saw the sweat on my brow and my pale face,he recognized that something was wrong. "Sandra, are you okay,what's wrong?" What have I done to deserve this torment from him and Annabel?. Now ,I was like a vengeful spirit, determined to make them pay dearly. Annabel knew that Michael wouldn't listen to me, rather he will pay more attention to anything Annabel said,wish gave her more confidence to repeatedly hurt me.i was all too familiar with their tactics.I knew