Is She Wants Revenge Goth Novels & Stories

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

Vanya opened the conversation as they waited for the taxi outside the bar, “what kind of revenge, to be precise?” The drunken man who had sobered up slightly then gritted his teeth and responded, “yes, I need to avenge Kevin. He just ruined my hard work and I can’t let that happen. A lesson needs to be taught for that insolent son of a bitch, but I haven’t thought of that deeply. Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing,” lied the girl, “I once got hurt by someone until my life is shattered, and I need to take do the same.”

Comments flooded the screen, each one more vicious than the last. "This stream is actually from that bitch?! Unbelievable. Don't give her any attention, people!" "Why aren't you dead yet? Seriously, the wrong person fell down those stairs." "First, she tried to kill her husband, and now she's harassing Dr. Henley? Someone end this psycho already!" A faint smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Perfect. This was exactly the reaction I wanted. I turned to the room, my voice calm but deliberate. "No need to bother with reporters. I've already set up a live broadcast for you all."

“After what Calvin said, I suspect who it is that orchestrated this whole thing, and if she’s the one, then her actions aren’t because she wants you dead, but mostly likely because she wants revenge.” Revenge? Revenge for what? I never did anything to hurt anyone. Ever. I didn’t like hurting other people’s feelings. It made me feel horrible. So why would anyone want to get revenge on me? “So are you going to tell me why they would want revenge?” I ask her, even though I already know the answer. “Nope… Not right now, anyway.” Nyx and her damn secrets. Sighing, I stay quiet for a while, feeling frustrated with her answers. What’s with the secrecy? Can’t she just tell me what I need to know?

he asks. She shuts her eyes for a breath. When she opens them again, I feel something like relief cross her features for a heartbeat—quick, desperate and then she steadies. “My name is Stella Lewis,” she says, voice flat and hard. “And I want revenge.” The words cut the air and scatter the chamber into different colours of shock. Some faces go pale, some go tight with suspicion, others frown as if trying to fold the meaning into something that makes sense. Revenge? The syllable tastes like iron in my mouth.

She leaned closer, her face inches from his. "I'm thirsty," she whispered. "Thirsty for blood. Thirsty for money. Thirsty for revenge. And I will have it all. Do you understand? You wouldn't be stupid enough to try to betray me, would you? Because I'm not the woman you knew. Cross me, and what I do to you will make what Isaiah did to Remon look like mercy." Thomas couldn't speak with her hand on his throat, so he just nodded frantically.

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

His eyes were fixed on the security footage quietly playing on his laptop screen—Selene Carter walking through the garden alone, barefoot in the moonlight. He didn’t know why he was watching her. Maybe it was the way she moved, like she was trying to find herself in a world that no longer welcomed her. Maybe it was the way her silence echoed louder than any accusation. Or maybe, he just couldn’t stop. He cursed under his breath and slammed the laptop shut. “You’re losing it, Damien. Get a grip.” The contract. The plan. The revenge—it was all supposed to be clean. Calculated. She was supposed to be the key to restoring what had been taken from him. Nothing more.

“Wherever you got the picture from, I don't care but I suggest you destroy it and any other copy you have because Grace, you seem to have forgotten who I am. I will mess you up, whatever legacy your family thinks they have and your entire generation will eat from the crumbs that fall from my table.” “No,” she relaxed on her chair and folded her arms across her chest. “Leave my brother alone and don't touch him again but if you don't, I'll destroy everything you have because I have you at my finger tips.” She threatened as she waved her manicured stiletto shaped nails at my face. With that, she got up and grabbed her bag. To my surprise she came around and planted a kiss on my head before she