La Venganza Es Dulce Frases Novels & Stories

My laughter follows his footsteps as he retreats and I am reminded of Machiavelli once again quoting me “If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared’ Well Damian will you need to fear my vengeance?

She was full of smiles and it seemed at that moment, the picture was taken on the most happiest day of her life. Her picture was carefully positioned above others with everything else leading back to her. On the top of it all was the word: REVENGE. Vespera stared for a minute and raised, her hand, touching Lorna's face. Her gaze darkened and her face turned pale. "I have been playing low for weeks now, Lorna. I can't be patient anymore. It's time to unleash what I am made of. I have to find who hated you this much to your point of death and I need to make them suffer." These words dropped like poison as her eyes moved from one person to the other in anger.

The crimson liquid slid down my throat, carrying the sweetness of revenge. "Lucas." I tilted my head back, drained the glass, and smiled at him. "This is just the appetizer. We’re not done yet."

“Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken girl they stepped on. Then, when they least expect it… strike once. Strike clean. Strike so hard they never recover. True revenge isn’t loud or dramatic. It’s quiet, calculated, and absolute. Make

The man I loved was now gone. He was never there. “He destroyed something of mine, I’m just returning the favour,” His voice was hard, gaze intense. I flinched as he raised his hand to run his thumb over the side of my cheek. “This is revenge, and it will bring you nothing,” I whispered into thin air, tears now streaming down. “Revenge is bliss,” “It is not. Let me go-“ “You are not leaving me, flower. Not now, not anytime soon. You’re my moon blessed,”

He said to me with a ridiculous tone. I looked at both my cheating fiancée and my shameless brother in repugnance and hatred. I wish nothing but the best for the both of you, but do have something in mind. “I’ll come back to have my revenge on you no matter how long it takes.” “Even though I see you in this life or the next, I will have my revenge on the both of you.” “My revenge is going to be so brutal and vicious that you both will look for death but won’t find it.”

she sneered. Her twisted words seemed to hang in the thick, musty air, lingering like a shadow that wouldn’t dissipate. They echoed softly, bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit room, filling the space with a dark, venomous promise. It was as if her voice itself carried the weight of her hatred, every syllable sharpened by her resentment. Loleng felt the power of her own spite surge within her, fueling her resolve. For years, she had harbored this bitter fire, allowing it to fester and grow, until vengeance became as much a part of her as her very blood. Now, her hatred had found a purpose, and she wouldn’t rest until it reached every corner of Carmela’s life.

I was about to say that I love you more, but a sudden decision made me pause. I would save those three precious words for our wedding night, a moment when our love would be sealed in time, something he would never forget. I pulled back, my eyes falling over at his chest, and I read the words inked across his collarbone, "La vendetta è mia." "Vengeance is mine?" I read, translating the Italian phrase with a curious glance. He smirked a trace of dark amusement in his eyes. "Well, look at you, pulling off an impressive translation. I guess there's a flicker of intelligence in there, somewhere."

She could feel it, almost as if she was living this dream more vividly than the rest. Finally, when the boy turned around, half of his face had been blurred out by dark shades, his chestnut brown hair being the only thing Alexandra could barely recognized. “You know,” He spoke, the sound of his honey soft voice startling her. “Vengeance can be sweet, but destructive. If you feel like the whole world has wronged you so bad, why not just get stronger and show them what you’re truly made of. That way no one would dare mess with you again, right?”

(“So, dad, I don't care if I have to burn the whole city down or start a war. I shall get my revenge on El Feroz.” “Non riposerò finché non avrò il suo sangue sulle mie mani, Finché non lo farò soffrire come ha fatto soffrire me e la mia famiglia. Quindi, padre, per favore, non mi dire di non vendicarmi.” (“I won’t rest until I have his blood on my hands. Until I make him feel the pain he caused me and my family. So father, please don’t tell me not to take my revenge.”) Vincenzo vowed, his fist clenching at his side. “Figlio mio (My son)—” Vincenzo’s father started, but the words were cut off by a sudden, dry cough that wracked his entire body.