Revenge By Emmarentia Snyman Novels & Stories

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?”

Every flicker of life in Henry is gone. Revenge is sweet. Emma—this was for you. And for every girl who had to survive the horrors we were never meant to endure.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ RETRIBUTION (COMING SOON) REVENGE IS JUSTICE ATHENA It's more karma than vengeance, but it counts. Dylan Thompson, James Miller, and Tom Sanders will pay for what they have done to me. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to make them wish they'd never met me; they always say save the best for last, so my vengeance on them will be my grand finale, but the others will have to pay first. Leo

Over the years, the opponents changed their clothes, their lexicon, but never changed their reasoning, there were always enemies that stain the soil with blood of both innocent and guilty. In a land of monsters, barbarism is the number one protagonist, savagery is part of the mafia landscape, and Maria De La Cruz, will be the lamb under the disguise of a hungry wolf. She will desire revenge like the desert desires water, she will desire justice, like a child desires its mother's breast, she will be on the line of good and evil at every moment.

"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.

but Michael wasn't paying attention, so he continued. By that point, he had reached the most distressing aspect of his memories, and all he wanted to do was put it behind him. "When I found out about the abortion," he went on with grim quietness, "all I could think of was that you were more like my mother than I'd thought. I told myself I hated you, and when you ran away, I began to plan revenge. A child seemed the perfect way since I was certain you didn't want one, and learning that I'd lost one made me realize how much I wanted to be a father. I thought I could accomplish both goals at once-getting even with you and starting a family at the same time. I didn't think I'd ever find another

Renee muttered in a low voice. There was a sense of gratitude Renee felt when she was still given a chance to live. That's because Renee still wants to carry out her revenge. Renee will not be willing to die just like that before she avenges her revenge that has been hidden for so long from Robin and his family. The resentment was so firmly embedded in Renee's heart that it could not just disappear. A vengeance filled with great hatred Renee felt so strongly in her heart that she had to rise and avenge it perfectly.

Her always-calm and composed face was now clouded with gloom, resentment, and perhaps many things she herself couldn’t even name. After a moment of silence, the man finally said, with restraint, “I’m sorry.” Sorry? What good is a ‘sorry’ now? If anyone in this world is owed an apology, it’s not her—it’s Eli! Eli was dead. He couldn’t seek justice anymore. But she could seek it for him! Yes—revenge! Eli must not have died in vain! Revenge. Revenge. Revenge. Raina covered half of her face with one hand. On her face appeared a glimmer of madness—the madness of vengeance. Her hand was trembling, but it wasn’t from fear or despair anymore.