La Venganza Es Dulce Novels & Stories

"Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers - vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth, they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining." - Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse * * * * Yuri’s eye twitched dangerously as she strode down the hallways of the dormitories of Hati, with a chatterbox, namely Tohya Tanigawa, talking her ear off beside her.

As he began a tantalizing, beautifully timed exploration of what he found there, Michael murmured with a bland provocativeness against the trembling sweetness of Estel's mouth, "It's my duty to the male sex to teach my wife her place." Estel allowed him to bring her to within a breath of the peak of ecstasy, knowing that he planned to leave her hanging there after he had derived the dual satisfaction his nuzzling, probing, nipping, tantalizing mouth and hands were evoking in both of them. Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack.

“I’m reclaiming what was always mine.” Elara shook, tears spilling freely. “You betrayed me.” Althea leaned in, eyes cold. “You did it first.” She straightened, fingers tightening around mine. “This,” she continued softly, “is what happens when you build your happiness on someone else’s ruin.” Elara collapsed into tears. Valerio turned away. And Althea? She smiled. Because revenge, she had learned, tasted sweetest when served with vows.

Valentine I’m slowly coming to accept and believe that this evil plan to seek revenge is going to work. I’m moping around my office when all of a sudden, a vision of ecstasy began rolling inside my head. An act of sweet revenge and might just probably be the sweetest, seamlessly executed to perfection played like a film in the cinema. Perhaps, just like I did, Dominic won’t see this coming his way. I sat and turned my swivel chair around to face a mural of me hanging idly on the wall before finally fishing the list from my pocket. Although it’s looking a little bit rough from staying alive for several years, I don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse. For now, this list appeared to be a s

After what seems like being away for hours, we part and put our foreheads together. Then she seeks the depths of my brown eyes again, “Hunter, are you really going to kill my father?” “Princess, I am not going to lie to you, but I am not going to sit by and accept what he did. And there is one thing you need to understand. An eye for an eye is real. In this world, you don’t take and not give. Blood for blood. A bullet for a bullet. Whichever way you see it. Revenge is sweet, and god forbid if you find yourself on the other side of it.”

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

It sent a chill down my spine, but I pushed the thought aside, refusing to let it weaken my resolve. My hands trembled with anticipation as I prepared to deliver the final blow. Victory was so close, I could taste it. Freya's defiance would crumble, and I would finally reclaim what was rightfully mine. In that moment, as the air crackled with the clash of our powers, I reveled in the intoxicating thrill of the impending triumph. The world around me faded into obscurity, and all that mattered was the sweet taste of vengeance on my lips.

Juliet stretched to me a tiny bottle and I stared at the container wondering what it was. "Trina, this is an ointment. I purchased it at a cosmetic store. It will quickly expunge the spots on your face." My lips curved into a smile and I held the bottle, "oh thanks so much mum, I really needed it so I'll look like an angel tomorrow." "Like an angel, where're you going tomorrow?" "My crush Jake is gonna be picking me up." Juliet's cheeks dissolved into a wild smile, "Is he hot?" "Smoking hot."

The salad was nice, a little bland, but she suddenly felt a great deal of hunger. The salad was soon gone on her plate, and she dug into her lasagna. “Yes, what I don’t get, baby girl, is that you were willing to let them all live.” Ava glanced up and saw his gaze intent on her. Tonight, his eyes seemed a little more black than usual. Was it a warning he was … evil? “What’s wrong with wanting them to live?” “Revenge is a perfectly natural feeling, and yet, you didn’t want it. Why?”

They jumped over the wall-fence and into the empty space at the back of her house, and they connected to the next street, and soon the night filled with a piercing scream while the fire roared into a raging inferno, sending the neighbourhood into turmoil. No one would be able to save her, she was going to burn to ashes, and the only sign of her presence is going to be the heart locket around her neck. He was going to make their lives a living hell, this was just the beginning, this was only a taste of what was yet to come. Javier Mendoza would descend on his enemies and build a throne on their corpses. Revenge was sweet, but death? Death was even sweeter. This was his game now, his rules...