Revenge By Emmarentia Snyman Novels & Stories

EMBER’S POV The memory rises sharp and ugly. How easily he dragged me across the snow. How hell-bent he was on keeping those hands wrapped around my throat until he choked the last breath out of me. He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t show even a flicker of the remorse he’d performed so convincingly for Harrison’s audience. The moment he had the chance, he tried to end me. Any pity I might have felt dies a quiet death in my chest, replaced by something colder. Something hungrier. Something that tastes like revenge.

The woman snickered, this was also her revenge, the Harts had wronged her, and it was only sure that they payed for what they did to her. Oh. The Harts, she couldn't wait for her revenge, it would be sweet. Oh, was revenge ever sweet?

Yesterday's revelation had extinguished that love, replacing it with a fierce hatred. The image of Lucas holding the other woman in a protective embrace, declaring his love for "Sophia" despite being married to her, was emblazoned in her mind. The shamelessness of his actions hurt her beyond words. Even before the accident that restored her memory, Emilia had felt trapped and helpless, thinking of suicide . But now, empowered by her regained memories, she vowed to turn the tables. A cold, calculated smile spread across her face. The man who had once discarded her would soon beg for mercy on his knees. Emilia's determination hardened into an unyielding resolve: she would orchestrate her reven

Having a woman like herself gang raped was mean enough but having it recorded is pure inhumanity. Jeniva Manor is a devil. What is she waiting for then, she needs to begin her revenge, for her parents and for Isabella Manor. It has to begin immediately. “I will help you get revenge, this is my promise to you…” Lan blurted.

At the man who had hidden me, denied me, used me when convenient, and then discarded me when inconvenient. No. He never even used me because he never needed me. “I stopped being your daughter the day you decided I was a mistake— which was the day I was born,” I replied. His breath hitched again, panic flashing in his fading eyes. “Revna… please.” The plea echoed oddly in the stone walls. I straightened. This was not revenge. Revenge is emotional. Messy. This was correction. I drew my blade. The sound of steel sliding free was quiet. Intimate.

Adrian would be gone, and I would be free. I couldn’t help but smile as I imagined the look on his face when it all came crashing down. He had thought he could beat me. He had thought he could use me for his own gain. But he hadn’t understood what I was capable of. He hadn’t understood who he was dealing with. He would learn. And as I walked out of the office, the weight of the decision settled heavily on my shoulders. But I wasn’t looking back. Not now. Not ever. Emma deserved a life without fear, without shadows lurking in the corners. And I would give her that. At any cost. The revenge would be swift, and it would be final.

"That doesn't matter. You carry the Vaughn name. You benefit from what Marcus built with blood and betrayal. The son pays for the father's sins. That's how this works." "That's not justice. That's just more violence." "Call it what you want. The Vaughn empire falls. That's non-negotiable." Elara speaks for the first time. "Revenge only breeds more revenge. It never ends." Lorenzo looks at her with genuine interest. "Spoken like someone who knows. Tell me, Mrs. Vaughn, what do you know about revenge?" Kieran shoots her a warning look. But Elara ignores it. "I know what it's like to want someone to suffer for what they did to you. To plan their destruction for years. To sacrifice everything to

“He pushed me off a cliff, Kaylee. His wife threw my son down the cliff like he was a fucking doll. He and his wife burned my life to the ground and left me for dead. I’m not going too far — I’m not even doing enough.” "I'm not worried about Ethan, Amara. I'm worried about you. Ever since that Vaughn gala. You've been different." " I'm fine." " You're pushing too hard Amara, I don't want you to get hurt." " Ethan can try, but I'm not Elara Monroe. I'm Amara Voss and the reason I'm here, is revenge, Kaylee. Don't forget that, it's what keeps me going. Half of me is already dead and I don't care what happens to me. So long as Ethan and Sienna pay for their wrongdoings."

“Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so bad . When she finished speaking , she turned , she was satisfied with the lols that he had on . She wasn’t going to back down , this was just the beginning of her revenge , it was more like the tip of an iceberg.

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