Is She Wants Revenge Goth Novels & Stories

One of the places Cole and Scarlett had gone together. Selene’s breath caught in her throat. Her grip tightened on the bag. Of course. Of course they thought this would help cover it up. Butter up the clueless wife. Throw money at the problem and hope it buys her silence. A thousand-dollar pair of shoes to distract her from a thousand lies. A bitter sound escaped her lips. She couldn’t tell if it was a laugh or a sob. Her grip on the bag tightened even more. Oh, how she wished it was his neck in her hands. Her chest rose and fell, rage bubbling just beneath the surface.

The memory of her baby's innocent face, cold and lifeless in her arms, gave her strength she had never known before. As she stood there, a lone figure against the backdrop of the moon, Aline's vow of revenge echoed through the clearing. The winds carried her determination, her pain, and her newfound power – a power that would soon shake the foundations of the very pack that had underestimated her for far too long.

It was Tatiana’s—the woman who had once been buried beneath wounds too deep to name. But now, those wounds would be answered. Slowly, but surely. And you, Hugo, have unknowingly placed the key to your own downfall in my hands. I’ve won the first round. And now, the path to the end lies wide open before me. But I know—if I’m to play this role flawlessly, I must be patient. There must be no foolish missteps like before. As bitter as it is, I’ll surrender my freedom—not for love, but for revenge.

"I'll do it. I'll agree to go back to the family and cancel the wedding with Robin." A long silence stretched from the other end of the line. He didn't ask why. He just said one word. "Alright." After hanging up, I immediately called my wedding planner. "This is Isabella Moretti," I commanded. "The wedding is off. I want everything pulled. The hall, the cars, the security detail, the food, the flowers. Pull it all. Now." "Wh-what? Miss Moretti, but…" "Do as I say." I have seven days to plot my revenge. The countdown starts now: Day One.

Something cryptic. She lowered her head to the ground as if she was processing a thought. She didn't act at once at my command. Her identity became more complicated. She Seems very vulnerable and battered yet looked like an old warrior. “ I need you to do me a favor” Her eyes sparkled, more clear that I could read her motive. I was right. She seems vengeful. Revenge is all that she wants but why does she need that? Did Alexander do something wrong to her? “ Let it out,” I said calmly but hesitantly. I reached out for the knife in my boot and slipped it in my hands, ready for war.

“You think that was begging? That was me remembering the girl you broke. The girl who thought pain meant love. But she’s gone, Damon. Dead and buried beneath every scar you left on me.” She steps closer, her voice rising— not trembling, but thunderous. “Yes, I want revenge. I want you to feel what I felt— powerless, exposed, discarded. But don’t mistake my vulnerability for desire. You didn’t see lust in my eyes. You saw rage. You saw grief. You saw the ghost of the girl you destroyed.” She rips her hand from his grip, eyes locked on his. “And that ring? That man? That family? They’re not my escape. They’re my resurrection. You were my grave, Damon. He is my rebirth.”

“Seriously, Syra? You get divorced and sprint back to the guy you dumped like a bad habit ten years ago? What the hell kind of game are you playing?” I sighed. No point hiding it. Not now. “I want revenge,” I said bluntly, leaning in just enough for him to catch the fire in my eyes. “I want to destroy them. I want them to beg, Adrian… on their knees. And I’m going to use you to do it.” He laughed. Not just a scoff this time—a dark, amused laugh. “Use me? You’re kinda bold.” “Oh yeah, Adrian. I’m done being the good girl. I’m not here to beg for forgiveness or pretend to love. I’m here to use you… for my greed,” I whispered, licking my lower lip slowly.

Her eyes were wide, not from what she’d done but from what it had felt like. She stared at my shoulder, at the blood that was hers now. The knife clattered to the ground. “You didn’t think I’d bleed?” I said, crouching slightly as the sting pulsed. “You think this is revenge?” she snapped. “You think bleeding a little changes anything?” She moved closer again, her voice venom. “No. I want to see you rot from the inside. I want to take everything you love and destroy it. I want to watch you unravel and lose your mind. That’s the revenge I want.”

She smiles and hits me on my shoulders lightly. “I want to help you, Nathan. I want to help you bring Caleb King to his fucking knees. I want to help you find him and get revenge for every fucking evil he has done. I want him to suffer as much as he made others suffer. I want him dead." She says determinedly. I am taken aback by the fire I see in her eyes when she said that, she isn't joking at all.

It was scarier and I didn’t want to mess with that. "Sean you visited the inn?" I wanted to know if it was him then I think one of my worries will be less. "Oh so they told you but I don't care. Amelia, do you want to know what is going to happen next?" I nodded my head wiping my tears praying that Sean would calm down and listen to me. "I am going to take revenge for what you did. And I am going to do it openly because I am not cheap like you to pretend like you are in love and then betray me."