Novel & Cerita Revenge Aesthetic

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

Her need to dominate me will become her own whip. I will let her believe she has won, until victory tastes like ash in her mouth. Until she understands that possessing a man who despises you is the most solitary of prisons. I sit back on the bed, back straight. The pain is still there, but it's just background noise now. My mind is clear, strangely calm. The storm has subsided, leaving absolute determination. Revenge is not a blaze of glory. It's a slow poisoning. On the other side of the door, I imagine she's savoring her triumph. That she thinks she's tamed me.

"Ava, I want to make sure I understand your goals. You're not just looking to repair the damage, but to change your appearance entirely?" I nodded, tears almost dropping from my eyes. "Yes, Doctor. I want to look different. I want a new face, a new identity." Lucas's grip on my hand tightened, his expression concerned. "Maya, are you sure? This is a permanent decision." My mind was made up and would never waver. "I'm positive, Lucas. I want to leave the past behind and start anew. A new face will give me the freedom to do that." This new face will give me the ability and power to take my revenge on the whole Blackwood family.

"Tired of running. Tired of being at the mercy of wolves who see me as weak. I want to be strong enough that no one can hurt me again." "Better. But still incomplete." She poured tea, sliding a cup toward me. "What else?" "I want revenge," I admitted quietly. "I want Adrian to regret rejecting me. Want my father to suffer for disowning me. Want everyone in Silvercrest to understand what they created by trying to destroy me." "Now we are getting somewhere." My grandmother's expression held approval. "Revenge is honest motivation. Powerful motivation. But also dangerous if it becomes your only goal. What happens after revenge? After you have destroyed everyone who hurt you? What then?"

My eyeshadows were smoky, my lips were red as cherry, and my cherry hair was straightened to a sleek silkiness. I wore my classic cream Chanel short gown that reached just between my thighs and sharp Christian Louboutin Pigalle heels that screamed dangerous and alluring. Cassian had been the architect of my ruin. He’d taught me how to hate with a precision that felt almost clinical. But the hatred had softened into something else over the months: It is now a focus, sharpened, hungry attention. Revenge isn’t a single blow; it’s architecture. A plan that layers leverage on leverage until the whole edifice collapses by design.

Her self esteem was crushed badly when he tried making her kill a man in his basement. Their past was tainted by her, their present got disrupted by him and she was sure there was nothing for them to try and find something worth living in the future. But what she didn't understand was Ace had made his mind to let her go from the very time he made his, he had everything planned, he knew his end, he knew he wasn't going to live longer. He had only one motive left in his life and that was his revenge. He took his revenge from every person who wronged him satiating his vengeance and he wanted only that.

I was going to get mine. I turned the corner, Jean's parent's house perhaps a mile away, and it was if that corner wasn't only physical but mental as well. From one moment to the next my anger soothed and I began to feel shame. Shame not of what I had done – it HAD to be done – but shame at the revelry I felt. I didn't feel tired; I felt elated. Was this how it was supposed to be? Was I this person? I'd done my damnedest to make them pay. I'd laid out my revenge carefully, allowing nothing to chance. I was reveling in that revenge; was this who I'd become? Was I destined to be this bitter human being, revenging myself on all who I felt did me wrong?

he stared at me passionately, his eyes craving for my reaction but I was just numb trying to process where all this was leading to. "I can still achieve my revenge through you. Rather than killing you, I've got other plans. I'm gonna make you pay for the atrocities of your father and you are gonna take all the afflictions for your pack, from now on, you are my slave." Venom dripped in every syllables of his words but I could care less for now. Only four words reverberated in my head and settled rent free in it; ~you are my slave~

But didn’t you--- “Despite of knowing what he did, she fell for Dustin…” he pressed his fingers against his temples and I looked at the girl sitting before me. Why does this story give me déjà vu? Either, I can’t understand the idea behind the so-called thing as ‘revenge’, or it’s they who don’t. Why fall for the enemy? Why isn’t your motive clear from the beginning? Who’s wrong here…? Aurora, Halsey or is it me who doesn’t understand them?

“Because I am angry. Because I want revenge! I want to find whoever I deem fit to pour out all my anger on and blame him for everything. I want retribution, and to prove to everyone that I am worthy of this power!” “Then use that. Let it fuel you. Let that rage and anger be your driving force.” As Alicia’s conscience grew resolute. She tightened her jaw and clenched fist in both of her hands, as she visualized every individual that she deemed worthy to blame for all her anger. As the two sat on the edge of the hill, Asobi looked down at them from one of the temples. His hands were tucked inside his robe. He faintly whispered to himself. “Finally,”