Revenge By Emmarentia Snyman Mga Nobela at Kwento

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

"You saw a murderer. I saw my dad." "I saw the man who destroyed my life." "And I see the man who destroyed mine." Sienna stood up. Shaky but determined. "So I guess we're even now. Both orphans. Both victims of this endless cycle of revenge that never fixes anything. It just creates more bodies." She walked to the opposite corner of the container. Slid down the wall. Pulled her knees to her chest and stared at nothing. Dante stood frozen. Every word she'd said was true. Every accusation deserved.

ROY What have I done? I am sorry, Garnet… but then again. ‘Why did those eyes I began to worship had guilt in them? It was the most beautiful intercourse of my life and to my dismay… she was ashamed of it,’ So I did what I considered right- I broke her heart. I never let any of my girls to even disturb me during my work and I did this with my personal assistant; the woman I wanted revenge from. The woman who managed to hurt me in a delicate way.

I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night. As soon as I arrived at the beach, I got off my motorbike. I took off my helmet and sat down on the sand feeling the cold sea breeze. I closed my eyes and tears started to come out from my eyes remembering why I'm starting my revenge today. I got up and opened up the seat cushion of my motor bike. I looked at the small brown envelope and took it out. I walked slowly towards the water and closed my eyes praying for my sanity to go for revenge.

We both smiled at each other, taken back to the day we all met for the first time officially. This was the last thing we needed. The last thing to fit in the puzzle and solve everything. I got what my father wanted for the world to know. This is it. I did it. We all did it. I, Layla Smith, can proudly say that this is the day when my revenge is completed. Xx__xX

Crying won't do anything to you now, believe me. The other girl said to her: I don't think this thing is a good idea at all, so forget about revenge, Diana, and let's get out of here as soon as possible, as we never need revenge. We never need revenge, believe me. sera grabbed her hands angrily and said in a voice filled with anger, hatred and malice: We don't need revenge! I swear that I will show them one by one what I will do with them. They killed me and deserted me so easily. Nothing ever separated them. They simply lived their lives after killing me. They did not think of me or remind me as if I was just rubbish and I was removed from their front. Revenge does not describe what I feel

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.

Matt voiced out. "Shut up Matt! I have not come here for your stories, I know you won't agree that you killed my parents. I know you're very powerful but trust me, I will keep coming for you till I get revenge for my parents death." I replied, moving around Matt and preparing to strike. We were fierce and relentless. Each strike of our claws and parry of our weapons carried the weight of our broken trust. I fought with every ounce of my being, my movements fluid and calculated. I could feel the power of my packmates fighting alongside me,their unwavering support serving as an anchor.

"It's time to face our demons and make them pay for every tear we shed because of them." At that moment, determination burns stronger than ever. The night of the banquet approaches, and I am ready to confront Derya Arslan and the Arslan family, to expose their true nature, and to put an end to the oppression we have suffered for so long. Revenge is about to be fulfilled, and there will be no mercy for those who have hurt us. Justice will be served, and I will be the instrument that will carry it out. Enise approaches me and embraces me tightly, and I reciprocate the gesture, gently stroking her back. I can feel her gratitude and affection in that hug, and her words deeply move me.