Novel & Cerita Is She Wants Revenge Goth

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.

“Revenge.” ‎

“What were you thinking?!” I stare at her, still reeling. For a moment, I’d forgotten: the gypsy with blood in her veins. Magic that doesn’t follow the rules I know. “Do you want me to lose you, too?!” Her voice breaks on the last word. “Is that what you want?” “I want to get revenge,” I say. “I want to find who did this to your family.” “I’ll track the killer using old-fashioned means.” She’s still shaking me, her grip fierce. “You’re not trading your life to find out who killed my family. Do you hear me? You’re not.”

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

Author's POV "I DON'T CARE! FIND HIM! TRACK HIM! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM JUST DO IT, UNDERSTOOD???" Dylan ended the call as he looked at Josiah who was pacing around the office furiously. "I.. I am sorry buddy! I didn't know he would go to this length to take revenge", But Joshiah wasn't willing to hear any apologies or excuses, he angrily interrupted his sentence. "Ivy is paying for what she knows nothing about. You know this is all your fault Dylan. You told him lies about and now, all he has ever thought of is revenge. A FALSE REVENGE DYLAN! A FALSE REVENGE! Why didn't you tell him the truth?",

She always knew where she stood. And I realized something terrifying. We were more alike than I thought. I didn’t come from her world, didn’t wear sharp suits or perfect lipstick, but deep down, the part of me that craved order, the part that longed to be seen and undone and chosen—it was the same. Zoey leaned forward, her eyes pinning me to the booth. “I know what you’re doing this for, though.” I tensed. “What?” “You want revenge,” she said plainly. “On your ex. That boy who broke you. You want to make him feel what he made you feel.”

“Can you truly help me take revenge on them? Can you actually give me what I want.” “Trust me, I can give you even more. All you have to do is say the words.” “I want to, I truly want to take revenge on them. If you could really help me, I would appreciate it. “Not to worry, I can help you in get your revenge, but you will have to help me too. If you can help get what I want, then we would be helping one another in the same vein.” At this moment in my life, there's nothing more I want than making Gina pay. I want her to go back to the way she had been before. I want her dead.

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.

“It’s enough of one.” She shook her head slightly. “What do you get out of it?” That was the real question, I was waiting patiently for. I stood up slowly as her eyes followed me. “You want revenge.” I said. “Not just closure or distance. You want to break them.” “I can give you that.” I continued. “How?” “By showing you how to do it properly.” She let out a small breath. “I already asked you, what do you want in return?” “You already know.” I said quietly.

My fingers rested against my temples, and I stared out the window, watching the light fade and no longer reflect the powder of snow. I had the knife at her throat and I had the blade right against her skin. I could feel her frantic pulse as her heart pumped adrenaline in her veins. I got off on her vulnerability, on her submission. She knew her life was about to end, and there was nothing she could do about it. My revenge was finally in my hands but then her little speech turned me cold. She took all the power away and she didn’t even realize it. She viewed her death as a sacrifice, a way to satisfy my need for revenge and to spare her family at the same time like a martyr, she wanted her de