Red Hot Revenge Webtoon Novels & Stories

Ayo said as he came to meet me. “ I am not seeing beauty, all I see is revenge. I will frustrate her and make her regret moving to Brilliant High but first I need to be her friend, so she can fully trust me. " I lied. “ Ahhh! Can't you forgive and forget?" “ Did her cruel father forgive me when I begged him to? No he didn't, he flogged me even though I was soaked and made me cry like a girl. Do you know how painful it is to be flogged when one is drenched in water??..."

He attacked us and raped Aditi and threw us on the roadside to die. ... I like the colour of revenge. It is scarlet red. There is magic in the word revenge and in its colour. Whenever I think of it, I experience energy firing me up. The bright colour is like bliss and it gives me a sense of immense pleasure, you people cannot imagine it. Bhai always said you must avenge wrongs done to you. The fire of revenge must ignite in you and burn bright till the day you have taken the revenge. Revenge must be taken, no matter what it takes, no matter what happens to you and no matter what consequence it brings.’

He asks, giving a flirtatious smile and I speak coldly. "Red" "Just Red? As in the colour red?" "As in the blood Red." He chuckles nervously.And my eyes search for Logan. Where is he? "So Red. Tell me. What are your hobbies...like what do you like doing in free time?" Staring back at him coldly, I take a sip from my drink. Replying. "Killing. I love killing bastard of men in my free time." He stares dumbfounded. His Adams apple moves as he gulps and looks at me in disbelief.

Yeah, that isn’t something I want. Instead of failing for their bait, Red suddenly runs forward. The two men in front of her suddenly become still as their prey does something they’re not used to. Red smiles to herself. Red raises her hand. The men manage to recover but they’re too late. Both men feel an extreme stinging pain assault their faces as Red fills their eyes and lungs with pure pain.

It was still fresh. Nothing had changed. “Something did, Viviana.” Miracle replied to my thoughts. Well, she wasn’t wrong in saying so. I did feel it. The anger, the rush, the revenge. It was new. All new. The red I now see was the red of death. It was the blood.

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.

She was so easy to play with that it was funny. She pointed at me and tried to reach for me again, but Seth pulled her back. “She is the one who did this!” “She doesn’t have sex videos all over the internet. Tell me the truth, Celeste. For fucking once in your life, can you be fucking honest?” “Yes, but it was a long time ago, and it was in college. It was Ivy—” “I can’t believe you would do something like this. No wonder this is happening to you. Someone is taking revenge against you for all you have done. Ivy was right. This is karma. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

I thought I could redeem my action by apologizing and end the hatred he must have kept. But, too late, he lifted it to meet me for a second with a serious face. “Revenge.” “I see.” I hummed, curling my lips upward hollowly. “If you ever feel like putting us equal and end this, you can slap me back. I won’t mind.” I sighed, fidgeting my fingers around my dress, feeling a strange clench in my heart. “I don’t hit people.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes off. “What are you going to do for the sake of it then?” I asked, curious to know if it wasn’t an eye for an eye then what could it be.

He looked exhausted and wronged as he accused me of mistreating him. "I'm just a regular waiter. I only want to make an honest living. I never expected him to be so mean. Right after ordering, he called me a pauper. Maybe it's because I don't wear designer brands like him that he looked down on me. "But every dollar I earn comes from my own hard work. It's clean money. Unlike him, living off a rich woman just because of his looks. "Luckily, our manager is a reasonable person and stood up for me. Otherwise, he might have even gotten violent with how aggressive he looked."

Before this ice that protects her pierces her through, and leaves nothing human behind. My revenge, if I have one, will not be against them. It will be for her. To try, beneath the black silk armor and the crown of hatred, to find the sister I barely knew, and whom I see losing herself in a triumph that tastes of ash. And to unravel the mystery of the man who stands at her side, whose gaze, even from afar, burns with the intensity of one who has found what he was seeking. ---