Revenge By Emmarentia Snyman 소설 & 이야기

She took a deep breath and threw caution to the winds. “I, Chavonne Smith, would like to report my mother and homeroom teacher, Mrs. Smith, for soliciting bribes and gifts from the students and their parents multiple times.” The gym exploded into a furor. Mrs. Smith stumbled and collapsed to the floor. What could be worse than having her own daughter expose her? She widened her eyes in disbelief, and there was nothing she could say to clear her name. “What is the meaning of this, Chavonne? You’re my daughter. My own daughter! What did I do to deserve giving birth to a traitor like you?!”

How touching. Still shaken, I prepared to leave this suffocating place. But before I could take a step, an enraged bystander emerged out of nowhere and landed a punch squarely on my face. "You vicious woman! The most toxic poison is a woman's heart! You're a snake in human skin—beautiful but rotten to the core. Today, I'm going to be justice itself and rid the world of you!" They kicked my abdomen, again and again, until the world around me spun and blurred.

“Revenge.” ‎

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Florida's voice had a determined tone as she spoke to her new ally, "I have learned who I really am and I will not let anyone stand in my way of claiming what belongs to me." Manuel, whose eyes reflected a mixture of admiration and concern, met her gaze. "Florida, you have the power and the spirit, but remember, revenge can consume you. We must tread carefully." Florida nodded, her fingers curling into fists as she remembered the pain inflicted on her by the man she had once considered her father. "I will not let revenge define me, Manuel. But justice must prevail. The man who left me aside, who sold me like a pawn, will answer for his mistakes."

Perfectly. I straightened my coat and moved again, keeping Sienna in my sights. Every gesture, every word, every misstep she made—or thought she hadn’t—was a thread I could pull. And I would pull it all. Because this time, victory wouldn’t just be about power. It would be about proving that bitterness, envy, and precision could conquer even the most untouchable. Sienna would learn the hard way that some people don’t forgive. Some people don’t forget. And some people… wait patiently for the perfect moment to exact their revenge.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

"Usually I'm teaching them to survive kidnappings or active shooters. This is my first revenge training, it should be fun." ‎ ‎"Revenge training." ‎ ‎"That's what we're calling it, right? Training you to survive long enough to destroy the woman who tried to kill you?" Jade smiles. It's sharp. "Damian filled me in. I read your file. I read Aurora's file. I read all eight files. That bitch needs to burn." ‎ ‎I liked her immediately. ‎

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“I will avenge my parents. Neither you nor any power in the world can stop me from killing your entire pack. History will repeat and justice will be served. Xander will be punished for his sins and I will snatch back what was once mine.” “GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HEAD!!” Damien started hitting his head with his fists and pulled his hair in frustration. He was losing his mind. The slight hope in his heart to win his mate fleeted like a flame after Emmaline’s cruel rejection last night. Damien was in his own world, he thought that if he gives her so much love, she would forget about her revenge and accepts his family. Embrace the present and forget whatever happened in the past. But the rage, fi