Revenge By Emmarentia Snyman Novels & Stories

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

“Can't you see their kindness? I know you're disappointed but just a little bit I need your mercy for my parents as well as me. I don't care what the reason is, I will protect what I can protect. If doing so can hurt you or even hurt me.” Alexander chuckled. He looked at Kimbeerly who continued to cry while he smiled victoriously. Kimbeerly is the stupidest woman. Alexander admits that Kimbeerly is good and honest, but Alexander will not stop the plan he has been planning for a long time. This revenge must end with her winning, not Jeremy winning again. Life must be repaid with life and blood must also be repaid with blood. There is no mercy in this plan nor will there be a chance to make am

She draws closer and rests her head on my shoulder. "When I accepted Ethan's rejection, I thought I would feel satisfied but I was wrong. I felt his pain when the mate bond snapped. He howled in so much pain and hopelessness. Even his family could not soothe his anguish. I went back to my room but guess what? I was not at peace at all. I still felt his emotional turmoil. It was then, that I discovered that, revenge is a waste of time. It does not make you a better person. Doing the exact bad thing that one did you, does not make you any better.

According to the guards, she often woke up screaming in the middle of the night. She would call out my name over and over, begging for forgiveness that would never come. "I'm sorry, Aria! I didn't mean for you to die! Please forgive me!" But her cries echoed only off cold prison walls. Back at the foundation ceremony, Ethan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean. The setting sun painted the water gold and orange, creating a beautiful backdrop for this moment of triumph. He raised his champagne glass toward the endless horizon, a peaceful smile on his face.

In six years of being Dominic’s wife, this was the first time she had ever laid a hand on me. “What do you think you’re doing?” Dominic snapped, his eyes accusing—as if I were the one in the wrong. If any of them had even a shred of reason left, they would have known it wasn’t intentional. I hadn’t meant to scratch Amelia. None of this would have happened if she hadn’t provoked me first—if she hadn’t taken Chelsea’s book. “Useless woman. Sickly. Barren. And now violent too.” Amelia’s voice cut through the room, every word laced with deliberate cruelty.

Back then she had worn a white dress and a timid smile, shadowing Adam through corridors as if she belonged. Who could have thought that she would be kicked out years later? Only for her to return for only one thing and one thing alone, revenge. A junior assistant approached, bowing slightly. “Ms. Balmero. This way, please.” It struck Thea: Ms. Balmero. Not Mrs. Blackwood. Not the disgraced daughter. Ms. Balmero. She followed, spine straight, into a private conference room high above the city. Her father was already there.

Revenge. “I, Samiya Cordova, wench of Etrana, the lowly omega you so terribly despise, accept your rejection, Beta Meidran.”

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

Alpha Cyrus drew his sword from his sheath. My heart was beating, I couldn't die like this. Not now, not here, I had a whole life in front of me. I crawled backward slowly and the guard held me steady. "I find you, Hope Embers, guilty of treason and I hereby sentence you to death by beheading under the full moon in two days time." My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.