Novel & Cerita Revenge Against A Narcissist

What a bipolar narcissist! "Revenge. If I wanted to take revenge on your Aleksandr, nobody on this earth would have stopped me from doing so. I don't deny that I came here for that reason only but after coming here, I laid my claim on you. My Claim on your Body. Mind. Soul. And you have to give me the respect I deserve. Now it's up to you, Aleksandr, whether you give it to me willingly or I snatch it forcefully." A corner of Aleksandr's lip tugged upward into an arrogant smirk. "I would like to see how you will snatch it from me."

I swung my legs casually, watching Daniel's temple veins bulge with malicious amusement. My brother once asked why I didn’t simply ruin him outright. I'd smiled slyly. As they say, the best revenge is destroying what someone values most. I wanted to ruin everything Daniel cared about. "Kandice Henderson! After all our time together, I never realized you were so vengeful!” Seeing negotiation was hopeless, Daniel furiously threw his documents and pointed at my face. I stood up, my jeweled ring catching the light. "Just figuring that out? I'm going to make you lose everything. Isn't your company your precious baby? Don't you care most about your reputation, dreaming every night of being on top?

“It was brutally cruel. Even if it hasn't been with my sister or only been one time and not anything he did for eleven months. I would never go back to him after what he did to me that night. He broke me, he knew it and he didn't care. He reached for her hand and squeezed them between his large ones. “I am sorry for upsetting you. I thought it's best you know. She nodded, I appreciate your honesty, Nichole and I'm grateful. This entire situation is difficult but I'm trying to find a new purpose and new goals. “You know the best revenge is to move on with your life ,” he kissed her fingertips.” “And I am,” she nodded, but sometimes I really want to just stick it up his ass.” She saw the amuse

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”

The hurt that gnawed at my heart fueled the fire within me, as I confronted him, no longer willing to be silenced or diminished. "You self-absorbed, controlling narcissist!" I spat, my voice trembling with a potent mix of anger and betrayal. "You think you can steal the throne from me and cast me aside like a discarded pawn? Well, I'm here to reclaim what is rightfully mine!" The air crackled with tension as my words hung between us, the weight of our shared history echoing through the grand chamber. Each syllable reverberated, resonating with the pain that had festered within me during my time away.

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."

Telling her all that really took quite a toil on me, but I know I am not done yet. "Mum, I really wanted to get my revenge on Jason and Diane for what they did to me, but Nate stopped me." I confess just loud enough for her to hear me. "I was so mad and bitter, but Nate told me that the best revenge I could give is to be kinder to myself. And it worked. Principal Salazar also warned me about anger being a very bad thing the day she terminated my punishment."

And while I speak, she nods along to everything I am saying. "I want to get my revenge on Jasper. I want to plan something so foolproof that it will have no choice but to work. I want to make that asshole suffer for what he did to me. I want him to even suffer more than I did. I want him to pay for all the bad deeds he has committed on people. I want him to regret using innocent people for his selfish gains. I want him to pay for everything!" My tone is really hard when I finish and that is because of the way I feel about Jasper and what I want to do to him.

I nodded my thanks, or maybe just grunted, lost in the labyrinth of my self-pity, my anger, my all-consuming obsession. She wouldn’t even give me a chance. Not even a goddamn response. After everything I’d done for her, after baring my soul, after crawling back to her on my knees, begging for forgiveness, for another chance. Nothing. The injustice of it, the sheer, brutal unfairness, fueled the fire within me, twisting the grief, the regret, the self-pity, into something darker, something more dangerous. Revenge. The thought, cold and sharp, solidified in my mind, a chilling purpose cutting through the whiskey-induced haze. If I couldn't have her love, her forgiveness, her… acceptance, then

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!