Mean Pranks For Revenge の小説・ストーリー

Jason successfully pushed Frank away from him as he stood beside me, reaching for my hand. "Clary? Who's this brat?" Frank was panting hard, making me guess Jason was stronger. "Don't tell me you forget so easily." Jason growled. "Did you forget Taylor Devin?" I saw a flicker of surprise in Frank's eyes, but then he quickly masked it with a smirk. "Now you mention it, I remember you, Taylor's little brat! What were you about to do? Avenge Taylor's death?" "Shouldn't you be thanking your stars you were saved for another day?" Jason said with a wicked smile. They both stared at each other hard, as if ready for battle. I turned back to the kitchen again to see if Antonio was back, but he still

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

"And so are you if you think your feelings matter in this, because it doesn't. Right now, you're a stupid twenty-three year old who peaked in college and has no prospects for the future. You should be grateful to me for giving you a future you could only dream of!" Brandon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he took a step forward. "You told me we were building something. That we would take back what was stolen from us. But this isn’t a strategy. It’s just pure revenge for you. You're not helping me secure my future, you just want to hurt your enemies." I studied him for a long moment. "Revenge is the purest form of strategy," I said finally. "It eliminates doubt and it forces action. And

Madonna Saint Elise POV And Lauren is right. Happiness is the best way to retaliate, even if I need to force myself to fake it. I can do what I need to. I’m a professional. I just hope I packed a revenge dress in my suitcase. I’ll make him swallow his pride, and he’ll beg to take me back when he sees me. It will be too late, but fun like that tenth birthday party and the go-karts. Marco comes to mind. The grump.

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke in that low, calm voice that always carried weight. “You’re a smart woman. I know you can do this. But you just need to be careful, and know this.” He paused. “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

he teased jollily. Sophia smirked, "Oh really? I'd love to see you try, Mr. Show-off." Daniel dove into the foray, and the two began sparring, dancing around each other and throwing friendly blows as others laughed and cheered at the friendly rivalry. It brought Sophia such a joyful rush, knowing she had her friends with her, her family. They had stopped after a few minutes to catch their breath, panting and laughing. Everything was bathed in soft moonlight, and the world seemed so magical. Sophia turned to Daniel, still catching his breath.

My mother used to say, "A girl with money has confidence. No matter what hardships life throws at you, you'll always have a way out." And my father would say, "You were born to be the happiest child in the world. As long as you grow up happy and carefree, that's enough for me." But they had forgotten one thing. The human heart is dark. The light of our family's happiness had blinded others, filled them with resentment, and led them to commit murder. By the time they died, my parents had saved close to a hundred thousand dollars. I did the math silently and chuckled before asking the cops, "Ten times? That's a million. What if they can't pay it back?"

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.

"When I get out, I'm coming after you!" They continued to threaten me right in front of the cops, not realizing the severity of their actions. I wasn't angered by their insults. Instead, I just smiled at them and said, "Let's see if you'll be released from prison." They assumed that the police wouldn't be able to do much since, after all, they were only poisoning fish and not people. But when they learned that the fish in the pond were worth a fortune, and the luxury cars they had damaged were worth even more, they were stunned.

Élianor The silence in the chalet is thick, absolute. Only the fire crackles. Marcus’s face is stricken. He has aged ten years in a few seconds. I straighten up. Exhaustion is there, but a cold rage pushes it back. “So yes, my vengeance is petty. It matches their pettiness. I want them to tremble. I want them to lose everything that constitutes their pathetic pride. Their company name, their dusty headquarters, their last shred of respectability. I want them reduced to what they made me: nothingness that disturbs.”