Is She Wants Revenge Goth Novels & Stories

"What's it going to be? She watched him struggle, her heart breaking, and a part of her so desperately wanted to believe he would choose her, choose the pack-but a very firm grip of fear ensnared her. The bond they shared felt so long ago, so very distant, and overshadowed by the dark choices facing them now. More rustling in the bushes, and she felt her heart fall. More Dark Moon wolves? The attack was already ready to roll? " Go!" she hollered, wheeling around to start running, "We need to warn the pack!"

Afterward, she entered with him and then sat in silence as the car moved. “Where are we going?” she finally asked him after a few minutes had passed. “Do you mean what you said or you would like to take it back now?” he asked her instead. She swallowed hard, clenched her fist into a tight ball, and then shook her head. “I… I want revenge,” she answered him, her voice shaky. Lorenzo watched while her lips trembled and she quivered in fear. “I do not deserve this, I swear. I am a good person,” she burst into tears.

I said, my voice firmer now, "you still haven't told me. Why are you doing this? What do you want in return? You have invested a fortune in my transformation, my training, my new life. What do you gain from all this?" His dark eyes held mine, looking unreadable and then the ghost of that calculated smile returned. "Do not concern yourself with that, Ms. Moretti. You will know in due time. And it is not what you are supposed to worry about for now." He gestured to the waiting dresses, then back to the file resting on the table. "For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, e

"They only recognize that dead she-wolf Aria!" Her face twisted with ugly rage. "She knew this would happen. She planned it all! She did it on purpose!" As she watched the entire studio descend into chaos around her, Celeste felt no gratitude for the opportunity I had given her. Only pure, venomous hatred. She hated me with every fiber of her being. Hated how effortlessly I had possessed the talent and connections she could only dream of. Hated how I had built something beautiful while she could only destroy. Even more, she hated how I had used my death to deliver this final, devastating blow.

"Then why do I keep choosing men who treat me like shit?" I didn't have an answer for that. I have been asking myself the same question for six years. Watching her date assholes while I sat in the friend zone performing gay so well I'd almost convinced myself it was real. We sat in silence. Her breathing eventually slowed. She pulled away, wiped her face again, and looked at me. "I want revenge," she said. I blinked. "What?" "I want to hurt him the way he hurt me. I want him to feel what I feel. I want—" She stopped. Something shifted in her face. "You should seduce him."

“I’m not going to force you. If your gut says no, then tell him. But just know, Reed’s probably out there screwing Evelyn in some overpriced hotel suite while you’re here, playing sad ex-wife with dignity.” Her words hit hard. Too hard. Pitiful. I didn’t want to be pitiful. I sat up straighter. “You’re right… I’ll do it.” Her squeal nearly cracked the ceiling. “YES! Now that’s my badass bestie.” She grabbed both my hands and squeezed them. “Go get your revenge. And if full-blown sex happens, even better.” “Okay…yes to revenge, no to sex,” I said quickly, glaring at her.

She looks back at HIM with all the amusement towards and unto her eyes as it’s knocking from deep within her only desire for vengeance and blood for the person that put her trust to waste and ruin everything of what she believes in. “I humbly accept your praise and welcome, as I do not care for anything more and anything else, but my revenge.” Blurting her desire as it amuses HIM nonetheless, she continues. “Oh, and you will grant everything right. It was simple only two things, am I right?” Now with the pleading expression that marks her face, they all know that it was just a show with the deeper dread and darkness that truly runs from deep within her. HE smiles and said. “Well, well, well.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

“She’s trouble. You smell it—blood and fury. You really think she’ll bend?” “She will,” I said, sharper than I meant. “Or I’ll make her.” But as I downed the drink, her voice echoed—“I don’t roll over.” Damn it, I need to fuck someone now, she’s already under my skin, a itch I can’t scratch. I caught her scent lingering—blood, moonflowers, something wild—and it hit me harder than the whiskey. Revenge is the plan, but she’s turning it into a fight I didn’t sign up for.

I didn’t think she’d interfere. I sure as hell didn’t expect her to demand her freedom in the aftermath. And I really didn’t think I’d give it to her. But I had. Because she didn’t beg. She burned. Because she wants revenge, not rescue. Because she hates Vance Moretti more than I do—and that irony makes me want to laugh and drink until the room spins with pleasure. She’s not going to cry over how she’s been treated. She’s going to make him pay for it. And I want a front-row seat to the fireworks when she does.