Quotes For Sweet Revenge Novels & Stories

“Can't you see their kindness? I know you're disappointed but just a little bit I need your mercy for my parents as well as me. I don't care what the reason is, I will protect what I can protect. If doing so can hurt you or even hurt me.” Alexander chuckled. He looked at Kimbeerly who continued to cry while he smiled victoriously. Kimbeerly is the stupidest woman. Alexander admits that Kimbeerly is good and honest, but Alexander will not stop the plan he has been planning for a long time. This revenge must end with her winning, not Jeremy winning again. Life must be repaid with life and blood must also be repaid with blood. There is no mercy in this plan nor will there be a chance to make am

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

I wondered if there was a way to shut everyone’s thoughts from my mind; I so didn’t want to be hearing thoughts everywhere I go, especially if it’s about me. “We’re so happy you’re back. How do you feel?” “I’m okay, thanks.” “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to walk soon enough. We know that Mrs. Savannah is the best physiotherapist in the country.” One of the ladies said to me. “Yes.” The other agreed. They both left. Just as we were about to leave the house, Reggie came in with James, he held two bouquet of roses. He smiled up at me when they spotted us.

He holds my waist from behind, nuzzling into my neck. “You seem so happy.” He croons. I suck in a breath and shrug. “I guess revenge is sweet when served hot,” I reply. He nods, raising his head and looking at the bottomless waters from over my shoulder. “You’re right. Revenge is sweet, especially one like this.” I beam, nodding. The guards step forward, lifting the box. It seems Raven notices what’s about to happen and increases his screams. “Pleaseeee…pleasseee….don’t…don’t…” He bangs harder against the lid of the box.

Seeing that, he promised to himself that he will make all the dreams of the girl come true no matter what comes. The days went by with him getting immersed in his revenge and he got his senses back seeing the tears in Simran's eyes the day she came to know the truth . He realized he was in for a deep shit only then . When he met Sara that day, she enquired about the reason behind his sad face .

Tessa smiled and chimed in, "That's right. Aunt Gloria, Adrian, you should use the recovered money to improve your living situation and take care of your health issues. You both still have long lives ahead of you." I looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, and the world was vibrant with life. … Half a month later, Mom and I arrived before Dad's grave with the "emergency funds" we'd finally received 15 years too late. We cleaned up around the grave, then placed fresh flowers and offerings before it. With tears streaming down her face, Mom murmured toward Dad's memorial portrait, "Are you watching, dear? Adrian and I have avenged you! The bastards who caused your death have receiv

"You need to be careful, I don't think it will be easy to mess up with him." "I know. I need to play with his pride first.." "I know that you're trying your best for this revenge but please don't get hurt in the process. I rather have you just kill them right away instead of playing with their emotions." "It won't be fair, Wilson. For years, Rector Reyes tortured my parents. I won't let him die easily, he needs to experience the pain first then I will kill him with my own hands." I said in a cold tone. "How about Alan? He doesn't know a thing about this, so why attacking him?"

“But what I got... was the smell of blood soaked into the fucking tiles.” His voice dropped to a cold whisper. “They say revenge is poison. That it eats you alive from the inside out.” He took a slow sip of whiskey. The ice clinked gently in the glass. “But that night? When I saw my mother’s blood staining the marble floor and my father’s mouth was still open like he wanted to scream but didn’t get the chance...” He let out a dark, hollow chuckle. His eyes were distant now, detached. “That poison tasted sweet.”

I wanted to whisper a phrase only the two of us knew, just to watch the blood drain from her perfectly contoured cheeks. Then, Chloe’s voice from the night before echoed through the chaotic chambers of my mind, cool and sobering: “You don’t throw a punch from across the room. You walk up, smile, become important.” Revenge wasn't a sprint; it was a siege. And to lay siege to a fortress, you first had to be invited past the gates. I took a breath, letting the tension dissolve from my jaw, and forced my lips to curve upward into a warm, slightly starstruck smile.

Revenge is a dish that can be eaten hot or cold? In any case, it's up to you. In all, Sophia and Physio's revenge is eaten hot. Sophia was trying to play the game of seduction to distract Doudou. -The screams are starting to be incessant, I should go see what's wrong...said Doudou -Hey go to bed, do you want to spoil the moment or what, haven't you seen how I'm dressed just to spice up the session, Abdou is just screaming with pleasure