Revenge By Emmarentia Snyman Novels & Stories

"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

“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.

Revenge was a dish best served cold. Camilla didn’t agree. Revenge was a dish best served in the church with a fake pregnant test result and an astounding slap. To celebrate her successfully executed revenge, she was on a shopping spree today. The clothes she didn’t get the day Vanya interrupted her, she would get them today.

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

He asked. " Because I don't want myself to forget that I spoilt my whole life for a cheap man like you... Who even wants to cheat on his pregnant wife? I want to keep reminding myself that I deserve to be punished like this for betraying my parents' trust and trusting you over them. I hate you, Liam. I would have killed you but that woman in your house seems to be a nice woman. I don't want to hurt her for something that you did. Now please get lost and don't bother to come again. " I said and left.

Sienna said firmly, articulating every word to show how flabbergasted she was at his intrepidity. She approached him in cold, calculated steps, her eyes darkening. “For the last time, Mr DeMarque, I am not this girl. But if I were this girl and you hurt me, a simple apology wouldn’t suffice. I would come back at you for hurting me, inflicting ten times the pain you caused me and I would happily smile watching you suffer. I am a very, very, vengeful person and personally, I think apologies only work when both parties suffer equally,” Sienna spoke coldly, her eyes firm and empty of emotion. Tension hung thick in the air as Aaron digested Sienna’s word. He heaved out a heavy sigh, bringing his

I struggled against his grip, forcing myself to speak through short breaths: “If you really wanted revenge, Adrian, you wouldn’t have involved innocent people. This isn’t about justice; it’s about power.” I met his cold gaze, trying to ignore the fear gnawing at me from within. “You’ve become everything you claimed to hate.” To my complete surprise, Adrian let go of my neck. He stepped back, his eyes glinting with rage and pain, but also uncertainty. He ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily, and I could see that my words had hit him, even if he tried to hide it.

Never once admitting that she had sharpened the blade first. It was easier that way—blaming the girl she'd always tried to erase. Easier than facing the reality that her fall from grace was earned. So now, in the back of Vladimir’s club, with a mop in her blistered hand and bile rising in her throat as she scrubbed vomit from tiled floors, Sophia dreamed not of redemption… but of revenge. She knew she had no power. No beauty. No voice left in the world. But hatred? Hatred was free.

His jaw tightened, and a muscle twitched in his cheek. He stared at the photo, his eyes searing, ready to explode any second. The easy-going demeanour he'd displayed earlier vanished, replaced by a hardened resolve. How could Matthew have done this? He had dreamt about this day every day for the past five years. The day he'd take revenge on the man who took his entire family away from him. He couldn't wait... he was going to— "I'm not handing him over." Adonis burst his bubble, his voice hard.

They had always used every opportunity to humiliate her, and now it's time for payback. "Snow, what are you doing?" Viola's lips trembled, shifting back on her butt on seeing Snow was only coming towards her. "Revenge," Snow replied until Viola had nowhere to move again. Aurelio chose not to interfere as he watched her. He wanted to know what she could do. "You can't do this to me. Stay back, don't come any closer!" Viola screamed. "Why shouldn't I? You never stayed back. I tried to avoid you, yet you aimed to keep hurting me."