Is She Wants Revenge Goth Novels & Stories

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

Would she start to regret having to pretend to be her boyfriend? She had been absolutely right the previous afternoon, when she'd thought that confidence wouldn't last long. Less than a day into the revenge and she was already bursting with anxiety and tension. - Not really together... - Missy reinforced, talking to her sister to try to distract her mind from those troubling ideas - It's really just to annoy... You know who. - Melissa Edith Sutton is taking revenge on someone... – Megan repeated to herself slowly – Hell must be frozen over at this hour.

“What do you want from me? I'll give you anything, anything you want, just don't go to Eliaz or….” “Revenge.” I cut her off. “I want my revenge against both of you for every single thing you've done to me in the past. You were quick to ruin my life, but I want yours to be slow and painful.” “You're not going to be able to do it” Cynthia shook her head. “You can't….” “But Eliaz can.” I grinned. *I have nothing with you actually. Once I get this file to Eliaz, I'll let everything play out. Byeeeee.”

I let out a deep breath, my shoulders sagging as I blinked out tears and tried to get my bearings back around me. Just as I was doing that, I felt a hand on my chin. She raised my head up to look at her and when I did, all I could see on her face and in those darkened eyes of hers were hatred and a burning desire for revenge. She wanted to hurt someone and it was just my luck that I was the scapegoat in her periphery to explore the levels of hatred and revenge that she was ready to get into. As I stared at her, she smiled widely. “Now, for the grand finale”

"Hmph. Those two old fossils don't like me, but now that I'm pregnant with Philip's pup, they have no choice but to help with our Marking Ceremony! "Once I become his mate, I'll make sure they regret everything." I frowned. I could not believe we were having our ceremonies on the same day. I sighed and stood up, ready to head into the hall early. I had no interest in running into ghosts from the past. Alas, fate was never kind that way. Just as I stepped out, I bumped into a drunken man. I tried to avoid him, but he grabbed my wrist tightly. "Grace? Is that you?"

“Everything. All of it. Wayne Enterprises. Your personal holdings. The apartment in New York. The yacht. The press conferences. Your goddamn legacy. I want you to burn it all down. For me.” “You want me to hand over decades of work,” I say slowly, “so you can… what? Feel powerful for five minutes before the entire country hunts you down?” “You’re not listening,” she sings. “This isn’t about logic. It’s about revenge. It’s about watching you fall.” I close my eyes for a second, ignoring the spike of pain behind my ribs. Caroline looks at me from across the room. I nod once, just to let her know it’s Dolly again. Her hands clench at her sides, and her breathing speeds up. I see her lips move—p

"And what exactly do you want in return? Revenge doesn't pay the bills." "I want them destroyed," she said simply, letting the truth ring in her voice. "I want to watch their empire burn. I want them to know that someone they dismissed, someone they thought was too weak to matter, brought them down." She met his stare without flinching. "And yes, I want enough money to disappear when it's done. To start over somewhere they can't find me." "You think it's that easy? Walk in here, hand me some photos, and I'll wage your war for you?"

Soaked in blood, the Mafia girl stared at the unconscious body lying on the floor. The man had tried to outsmart her always, but he didn’t know that no one can succeed in tricking her. Losing was not in her schedule and she won’t ever bring it in because the day she’ll stop winning would be the day, every little thing she had acquired would go in vain. She strived for power, she ran after money, and she lusted after revenge. A sweet, tenacious revenge on everyone and anyone who was part of humans. Going by the scenarios, she had the strong urge that no else, but Ashton Walkers would be her first bait in obtaining the sexy revenge she needed.

She kept singing and dancing as she fought the rouges and hunters there. ”…Something’s pulling me…it’s so magnetic…my body is moving..unsure where I’m headed…all of my senses have left me defenseless…this darkness around me..is promising vengeance…the price I’m willing to pay is expensive…there’s nothing to lose…when you’re lonely and mateless…so my only interest is showing these pack-less ..that I am the queen..and my revenge will be endless (endless)….” She continued to take down the rouges and hunters as Jonathan recorded.

What she seeks is a careful revenge, one that will reach far beyond the flesh… a revenge that targets the soul, made to destroy conviction and hope. She wants them to feel what she felt. (…) “Giving hope to your enemy, making him taste it on the tip of his tongue and making him believe the power it's in his hands, only to take it away so fast it stuns him… Don't you think that's a little sadistic?” (…) “Ask your husband about the Marchetti family.” “Giovanni… may I ask you something?” Eleonor holds her gaze to the scenery that no longer contemplates the streets of Denver… they're getting closer and closer to the property.