Revenge By Emmarentia Snyman Novels & Stories

He tears his gaze away from mine, knowing how hard I might accept that. Imagine living all my life to lay hands on someone’s descendant and I did only for things to turn south. How do I avenge my mother? I don’t speak my thoughts aloud but I’m certain Stalin understands the reason for my silence. “Sometimes , Dima. Revenge isn’t the way out. Sometimes we don’t get the closure we need through revenge. Maybe life presented Dawn to you so you can get your closure through your love for her. For a man like you that doesn’t love to fall so deep in love with a girl like Dawn. It’s not a mistake. It’s real. Accepting Dawn might be the closure you need.”

When he brought me to the market he pushed me off the cart with my hands still tied to my back, breaking my nose and making me lose yet more teeth. Part of me wants revenge but another part of me is hesitant. Not for Nasir but for me. The Dysnomia who was obsessed with revenge wasn’t a nice person. She was cruel and hoped to find something in revenge that isn’t there; peace. I will never regret what I did to Ahriman and I am no saint but I have discovered that revenge isn't the answer to healing yourself. A wet sloppy kiss is placed half on my eye, I wipe the drool off of my face and give the bringer of this wet surprise a big hug, “Hello Derora what brings you here?”

The first day they were relaxed, they started talking about different topics, such as their favorite food, favorite place in the world, economic issues of different countries, how the organization of their work would go from now on, without too many details, David talked a little about his private life, parents, and his career as a doctor, and the construction of his mafia empire, he specified how Lautaro Nicolas Romero, had been part of that important growth, and how he had apparently betrayed him, then Maria De La Cruz interrupted saying, - You say you condemned him because you suppose he betrayed you? without proof? and you forced him to kill his wife? - I really didn't think he was capab

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

Emma continues. “I have lived my life as a trapped creature,” Emma says. “And what I want now – now that I’m free of that cage – is not to run.” She falls silent, shaking her head for a minute, looking down. But Evelyn quietly notices that her fingers are tipped with claws, gripping the bedsheets as she looks up again, fire in her eyes. “What I want,” Emma says, her voice lethally calm. “Is revenge.” A beat passes, and then a slow, dark smile forms on Evelyn’s mouth.

“Now this boils down to the question Sophia asked you back at the café. How about you make your own choice? Those people have treated you wrongly, and you know it. They need to pay, and you can do something about that.” I rested back in my chair and crossed my legs, the motion casual, the body language of a man who’d rehearsed this delivery. Her face changed, the calculation was visible now, a map of the gears turning behind her eyes. That particular look told me I’d struck the right nerve: pain softened by opportunity, anger polished by the scent of revenge. All I needed now was a few seconds. Let her debate quietly with herself; let the hatred bloom so bright it eclipses any rational fear.

A fiance who'd betrayed me and slept with another woman in front of my face. Now, they were nothing. I didn't wait for them to answer. My voice was devoid of emotion when I said, "I've brought you here tonight for one reason, which is to witness my revenge with your own eyes. "You ruined me, and I shall return it tenfold. From this day onward, neither the Moore nor the Smyth families will ever rise again. We're even now. "This is the karma you deserve." Their faces went ashen as their eyes locked on me, yet somehow staring straight through at their own reflections.

explained Xavier. "Why don't you just leave it to the police, let this be their business," said Maria, who did not understand her son's way of thinking. "Mom, this is not an easy thing. I want to avenge James' death. I don't want her to just sleep in prison peacefully, I want to make her suffer, hurt..." Maria felt short of breath with what her son said. "Xavier," Maria said, cutting Xavier's words. Her hand moved to grip her husband's hand that was on her shoulder.

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

something is bothering him. "Ahhhhhhh.. hayden what are you thinking... he has took your happiness and family.. now you are showing sympathy to him huh?? he is not that much worthy person to have your sympathy..." my mind reminded me.. I just came out of ICU... when I came out.. ' Hayden think once... may be you are wrong.. he is not the one who took your happiness.. and why are you hurting your Elina... she is innocent... you love her.. how can you be this cruel..??' my heart said.. don't know which one to choose revenge or love...