Revenge And Love Novels & Stories

That was the plan. Then revenge.

She said as she looked straight into my eyes. "But I don't want to take it slow. I want you and Oscar to officially be mine, you can't blame me for doing this. If you didn't hide him for me, maybe he would live a life that he deserves.. which growing up with a dad." I said and she looked hurt. She turned away and she pushed me to sit on the chair next to hers. She kept her eyes on Oscar all the time when I fixed mine on her. "He's my only saviour when my life was crumbling down. The revenge, the trauma, the killing spree, work, you and even my dad. I love him so much and he really reminds me of you." She said without taking her eyes off Oscar.

She retorted. " Never say never, darling. I will make it happen. You wait and see. " I said with a smile. " Listen to one thing very clearly, I hate you from the bottom of my heart. You are a bloody cheater. I don't trust you. Get lost before I lose my mind. Go away!!! I will kill you, I swear, I will kill you. I hate you... I hate you more than I hated Liam. " She said with so much anger and hatred that I was literally shocked.

She pointed out like there is any topic that she has that I will ever be interested in. "I don't care, I don't care if you want to discuss about my brother or anything else. The thing about revenge is that you will never be satisfied and you will always crave more, so go and think about how you are going to feel that emptiness because no amount of revenge will fill it. Don't bother trying to talk to me because there is nothing you can say that will interest me, so stay the fuck away from me." I said as I walked out on her before she could say anything.

Revenge. The news of Salvora’s death had reached him weeks ago, and though he had barely blinked at the thought of his reckless, troublesome niece meeting an untimely end, there was something irresistible about the idea of avenging her, something almost poetic about using her as an excuse to start a war, something deeply satisfying about the idea of sinking his teeth back into the world of drugs, blood, and power with the full force of a man who had nothing left to lose. Because the truth was, he hadn’t loved Salvora. Had never really cared whether she lived or died, won or lost, ruled or crumbled under her own arrogance.

\" You really love history.. Maybe we should read together one day and we'll start with that Odyssey! \" \" Was if you get angry, get away or have any conflict between us, are you trying to get back together again؟ \" He feels afraid of him, what if you knew everything about him, would you leave him then؟ \" If my husband leaves me a reason, I will, and I hope for our return.. But only if you stop your strange behavior \" She doesn't know how to promise him while she is on her way to salvation, she is distracted and suffers from the conflict between her mind and her heart, the heart of the love of the most hated man ، And a mind seeks revenge without any regard for anything else

“I am always calm, and you sleep with women I don’t like, even though there is no purpose for that. It’s for your own pleasure, while I have to sleep with a man who destroyed my family. Besides, he wouldn’t insult you if you acted like a good fiancé.” Miles looked angry beyond words, and I wasn’t in the mood to stroke his fragile ego. I had work to do, and I had revenge plans to execute. His insecurities didn’t mean anything to me when he had given me plenty over the years. “I can’t believe this. You had sex with him, and his girlfriend was sitting right here, wondering what all the tension was about.” Miles said. “She’s also part of my revenge. I don’t feel sorry for her. By the time I am d

I was weighing my options like a judge weighing a verdict; her gaze rested upon me so heavily it felt like an actual physical force. As I stood there, the battle of desire and revenge ripped through my emotions, while Visha's hands traveled all over my body, her touch invoking spine-tingling memories of a winter's night frigid wind. The touching feeling at her fingertips traced over my skin, leaving behind a dramatic fire-like course as though wild flames went across a surface. "We can do both," she whispered into my ear hotly, and "we can make love and then plan our revenge." Like a match struck across a forest soaked in gasoline, that voice ignited the fuse. "We can do it," she said with a

Lovato would always remember the love he shared with his wife… their fiery and bloody love so beautiful that would be replayed for many years, then eventually down the timeline (but in a different way! While the rebelling mafia goons had been vanquished, the death of the Ruiz's family madam, Marisa had stained the victory that was to be celebrated. Slowly, the darkness in the city eventually dispersed and a sense of melancholy settled in. Lovato wiped his tears as clenched his teeth in a burning rage… "Whoever you're, I will get my revenge…. Even if I go down with you!" He roared into the stiff atmosphere, knowing that his wife's killer would still be around somewhere in the dark night.

But now that my revenge plan was ready to be unleashed, something else had happened. Asher… How was I going to keep revenge and love in the same place? I wanted to tear the Reynolds family apart, and Asher was a part of that family. But now? Everything felt impossible. I was going to have to choose one—Revenge? Or… Love? Fuck whatever feelings Asher was making me feel… I wasn’t going to spare his family.