Revenge By Emmarentia Snyman Novels & Stories

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.

What enraged her most was how Emily had begun the call—making it seem like she was in danger, only for it to turn out to be a ruse. Seething, Samantha vowed that while she might not be able to deal with Emily now, one day—when the twins' attention was elsewhere—she would make her suffer in the worst way imaginable. "You don’t need to deal with her," Kimberly said smoothly. "Oh, I will. You can’t protect her forever," Samantha retorted. "I’ll take my revenge. I’ll reclaim every drop of blood I lost saving her pathetic life. She will pay for everything—every single dime."

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.