Revenge Aesthetic Novels & Stories

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

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?"

“Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online! “Otherwise, I’ll stab myself, and when I walk out of here, I’ll tell everyone you all ganged up on me and bullied me! Don’t think any of you will get away with it!” The atmosphere grew tense. Everyone was on edge, too afraid to make the first move.

"You know my plan?" "You have done all this just to get Gilbert and Kisa to make up first and then deliver a heavy blow that will send them down hard to hell when they think they have finally achieved happiness." Jensen let out a half-smile. "I know you, after all. How can ordinary revenge quench the hate in your heart? The only way to get the pleasure out of revenge is by creating a stark contrast in expectation, isn't it?" Adrien brought the cigarette to his mouth, took two puffs, and then sneered, "Revenge should be ruthless. Since they love each other so much, I will make them torment each other until they die."

Then again, it is not possible because by now, Summer could have picked that up. "Revenge Wolfie. Revenge is my driving force. The faces of each one of them are engraved on my soul. My only purpose is to inflict a pain a thousandfold more than they ever inflicted on me before I kill them. I want to break them beyond repair. I want all of them to beg for death but I will not grant it to them. Their deaths will be slow and agonizingly painful. And I will be the one to send them back to the depth of hell where they belong."

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”