Nhentai Revenge Novels & Stories

I got out of bed, quickly undressed, and took a full picture of my naked self sticking my tongue out, with my beautiful cock standing upright and without covering my face. Then I sent it to her with a caption. Me: “If you want to take revenge, dear Bunny, you have to be extreme about it and do it in a way that your victim can not retaliate. Yes, I will have a raging hardon throughout the day (which you will eventually suffer for when you get back). Yes, your picture will haunt me, but so will mine. Good luck staying dry. Yours Forever And Beyond, Les. Xoxo.” A few minutes later, I got a reply with a long line of crying emojis.

"They're pushing me to my limit." Riley placed her hands on mine, her eyes full of worry. "Athena, are you okay?" she asked softly. I looked up at her, and honestly, right now, different emotions were flowing through me, but the most prominent was anger. I was so pissed that I didn't mind going along with Austin's idea. But death was not an appropriate punishment for Dylan and his buddies. "I'm so pissed. I can barely contain my rage. He really had to do this, but I'm grateful. It only makes my thirst for revenge greater," I answered, squeezing her hand softly.

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

Finally, he slammed the folder shut and shot to his feet. "Bastards! This is absolutely inhuman!" he roared. "How could they do this to their own daughter?" His eyes blazed with righteous anger. "That girl had more talent in her little finger than most healers have in their whole body! Alpha Blackthorne, you have my word. I'll help get justice for Ms. Blackwood!" He began pacing around the office like an enraged wolf. "I hereby announce that my pack is unilaterally terminating all partnerships with Moonlight Healing Studio!"

Let’s talk this out properly. Only for Mira to scream back, "Leave me alone! Unless I get the money today, I’m not moving!" "I’m right, aren’t I, everyone?! "And to those new joining the stream, check the links in the shop below! Don’t miss out!" That’s right. Mira had been livestreaming and selling products every day for the past week. Even if I didn’t pay her so-called emotional damages, she’d already made a fortune. When a reporter asked her to shut the stream down, she slapped the woman across the face. "Stay out of my business! My viewers deserve to see this live. I’m doing this for them!"

me: " if you are Hayden LI.. and the great business man.. then why did you joined as my father assistant and married me.. " Hayden: " oh you want answer.. ask your dad.. oh I just forgot to say.. from now onwards you won't go out of here... fine let me tell me.. I just joined your father company.. to take my revenge... " Listening to this, I felt like my world collapsed... ' revenge... what revenge...!!!!'

"Yes, this is your punishment." Bastian stepped back and dove down, aligning his face in the center of Renata, who apparently was not wearing underwear. Renata was already so agitated by Bastian's actions that she could only clutch the sheets around her and feel something in her stomach churning as if to burst out. "I can't stand it," Renata said. "Just be patient and enjoy it," said Bastian. Renata was annoyed that Bastian didn't put hers in. The man deliberately wanted to take revenge on her.

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you. “I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.” After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view. It was exactly the same as my previous life. “How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing. “Did you walk under a ladder or something?”

She regarded Carmen with a cool detachment, the faintest trace of amusement could be found in her lips. "You have chosen vengeance," Nyx said, her voice resonating like an ancient bell in the Azuchi-Momoyama Period. "But know this-your time for salvation has passed. You've been dead for over an hour and thirty minutes, Carmen. Your window for returning to the mortal world closed thirty minutes ago."

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.