Novel & Cerita Revenge Aesthetic

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,”

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

Bruce asked further " I thought you said you were pure!" Shaw stressed " Fine! Am not! Am harbouring a revenge in me!" Jasper spilled out angrily " Revenge!" Bruce muttered "Revenge for what? Why?" Shaw added "My sister was raped and killed by my close friends and I have to avenge her death!" Jasper raised his voice angrily " Urn" Bruce and shaw was shocked as they felt annoyed instantly "That's why your eyes were red!" Shaw added " What do you mean?" Jasper asked curiously

Never once admitting that she had sharpened the blade first. It was easier that way—blaming the girl she'd always tried to erase. Easier than facing the reality that her fall from grace was earned. So now, in the back of Vladimir’s club, with a mop in her blistered hand and bile rising in her throat as she scrubbed vomit from tiled floors, Sophia dreamed not of redemption… but of revenge. She knew she had no power. No beauty. No voice left in the world. But hatred? Hatred was free.

Cara stood by the wall, staring at the closed door. If it wasn't for the pain she felt from her bruised lip, she'd have thought it was all a dream. Did he just do that on purpose? What a psychopath! No. Psychopath isn't the right word. What a sadist! She began to pace around the room. Was she sure she made the right choice? Yes, she was here for revenge and revenge alone. Not for a crazy, annoying, sexy...

The old couple's cries pierced the air, raw and unrelenting. Suddenly, a surge of anger coursed through me, and I hurled the powder compact in my hand to the ground. It shattered, scattering fine particles across the floor like dust over a battlefield. "Can you two just shut up already?!" I shouted, my voice slicing through their wails. "God, you're driving me insane! If it weren't for all your flailing around, do you think I'd have wasted my false lashes? Do you even understand how essential false lashes are to eye makeup?"