Novel & Cerita Revenge Against A Narcissist

For that reason, I press through the hours of the day and night until she returns. Revenge, on the other hand, is a gift. Something to distract me with. I want to make sure he suffers because of what he did to my mate. It’s a little pot kettle for sure, but I’m going to take every ounce of shame I feel about my situation and punish him for it.

The only thing I did was cry. And with every drop of tears from my eyes, my hatred for adophus materializes. He's no human, he's a monster and a disgrace to the word 'Alpha'. (Back to present) When I opened my eyes, all I could see is red. My throat was so sour and tried up, My thirsting organ became so strong, all I taste for was revenge. I gripped the edge of my table panting in other to relieve my nerves but hell I just couldn't. I scanned my room in search of something to vent on and then my hand reach for the glass vase was the neares to me. I yelled wildly and smashed it against the door but right in the moment my door flun open with someone walking in.

“What about business? You know I have a small business and Nick can squash me like a bug. I need to be able to stand on my own and be able to protect myself should he decide to come after me.” “Don’t worry about that, you will be my exclusive logistics company and I will send everyone I know your way. Your business will be booming and a listed company by the end of this year. Then our revenge can begin.” Nick thought I will not do anything about what he did to me. mainly because I was no one compared to him. But he was soon going to learn never to underestimate people and that revenge, is a dish best served cold and I was about to serve him mine.

His rough hands had touched every part of me, left bruises on my skin and my soul, and I hated myself for letting it happen. I wanted to punch something. I wanted to scream at him. To tell him just how much he’d fucked me up. To make him feel regret what he’d done. But I knew it would never work. He was a narcissist, an egoist. He’d never feel sorry. Never care. And that made my blood boil.

Ariq says, poking idly at a stack of files on my desk, “if this whole brooding villain vibe isn’t working for you, there are other options available.” I gust out a sigh. “I’m not trying to be a villain. Not generally, anyway.” “Just to Jasmine Biao.” “Right.” The fact that I have epically failed to break the Biao princess’s spirit at every step of the way doesn’t change the fact that I set out to punish her. To get revenge for her family’s sense of toxic entitlement. To demonstrate my bottomless rage that they crawled to me, of all people, for financial help after years of treating me like dirt under their shoes.

She wants to repair the irreparable by saving what can still be saved. And me… what do I want? I want to survive. I want my children to survive. I want to grow strong enough so that no one can ever hurt me again. And I want… I want to strike back. An eye for an eye. I want the whole city to taste the ashes of my humiliation. But revenge is a dish best served cold. It takes time. Patience. Resources. Strength. Everything I don't have. Everything Martha can give me.

"I know you want to pay him back for what he did to you. I see a few signs from his you react that he has reduced you lower than even the most miserable Omega. And I will make sure he gets what he deserves. He's my brother, but he's a terrible person and I treat terrible people all the same." "I will make him suffer for what he did to you.”

he yelled. I snorted at his ridiculous words. "Oh, Nathaniel, you still have a lot to learn, boy. You're still as pathetic as I left you, how sad. to think you'd turn over a new leaf" I said making him Growl. "It seems your memory is a little rusty, have you forgotten that it is you have put me in this position. Was it not You who abused me, you who rejected me, you who banished me, killed my best friends, turned everyone against me? So don't speak about crazy or psychotic to me, I am merely raking advantage if the luck given to me. Revenge makes people do crazy things, it hurts them, turns them, changes them. It makes them see clearer. It makes them different." I said to him with a smile. I

His lips were twitching, “I have had enough of this anger, this hatred and despair. All of you should be punished for making me who I am now.” “Your negative mind made you who you are!” “Shut up! You don’t have any idea! Revenge is what I want and making human beings suffer.” “If revenge is what you are seeking for to make you feel any better, you are being tremendously stupid and injudicious! You are torturing the wrong people just because you felt that way all these years!” I screamed at him. “These innocent souls on the island doesn’t deserve your wrath. I will do everything I can to stop you and your curse!”

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar