Novel & Cerita Revenge Against A Narcissist

He rarely targeted the person he was after, but rather hurt the person the target cared about. Nera pushed him away and turned in an aggravated circle, laughing and swearing. Her husband had crossed the line; the man had no right to go around ruining people's lives just because he could. "Nera, use your head!" Frank snapped at Her. "No, no, he went too far; that old fool needs to be pumped full of sense!" She snapped. "I know, but the greatest revenge is disappearing and leaving him to rot," Frank reminded her. "But I just can't sit here and watch him ruin a beautiful family," Nera cried out. "What did Brook ever do to him? She had not even done anything wrong or even met him!"

When he brought me to the market he pushed me off the cart with my hands still tied to my back, breaking my nose and making me lose yet more teeth. Part of me wants revenge but another part of me is hesitant. Not for Nasir but for me. The Dysnomia who was obsessed with revenge wasn’t a nice person. She was cruel and hoped to find something in revenge that isn’t there; peace. I will never regret what I did to Ahriman and I am no saint but I have discovered that revenge isn't the answer to healing yourself. A wet sloppy kiss is placed half on my eye, I wipe the drool off of my face and give the bringer of this wet surprise a big hug, “Hello Derora what brings you here?”

Disbelief. One comment from his wife: *My husband is innocent. Someone did this to him. Please, if anyone knows anything, come forward.* I closed the laptop. Pressed my hands to my face. I'd spent two years planning revenge on a monster. But somewhere along the way, I'd become one myself. And the worst part? I wasn't sure I cared anymore. Because Morrison's destruction meant I was safe. Meant Brennan would stop digging. Meant I could keep going. Keep destroying Adrian piece by piece until there was nothing left.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

"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?"

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

"It was you, wasn't it? You deliberately made them come after me! You told them about my university and revealed where I was hiding, didn't you? You ruined me, and now I'm going to kill you!" He lunged at me with a knife, but before he could reach me, Steve, who was desperate for money to save his son, kicked Yves away. Steve, no longer the kind-looking man he once was, now looked vicious as he shouted, "Get out of the way, Yves! You're useless! If you kill him, how will I get the ransom money?"

I took in a deep breath, trying to strengthen my resolve. “Because I can help you.” I answered. He cocked his head to the side again. “In what way?” “I can help you with the one thing you’ve always sought after.” If I was going to succeed at getting my revenge on Tristan, I’d have to go to any lengths. Even if it meant striking a deal with the devil himself. “And what’s that?” He asked. I stared straight at him, my conviction firm and my resolve unbreakable. “Destroying Tristan Black.

“How can you be so insensitive?! The first time you think I made a small mistake, are you just going to start hating me and try to get back at me? What kind of love is this that you feel for me and that fades away so easily…?!” "Revenge? You didn’t see anything.” she smiled, through clenched teeth. “If I really wanted to make you pay for what you did to me, instead of just fixing the mistakes I made under your influence, then you would be happy with what happened today. Or do you think I don't know you well enough to know exactly what would hit your precious ego?”

“You’re telling me to help someone who killed my mother?” I nodded, ignoring the look he was giving me. “Yes.” His eyebrows pulled together. I knew how insane it sounded. Even I could admit that if someone had done something horrible to the person I loved, the last thing I would want to do was help them. But revenge wasn’t always about attacking someone directly. Sometimes the strongest way to destroy someone was to make them believe they had won before taking everything away.