Revenge Face Novels & Stories

Lucas grinned and they both laughed it away. Patrick was deep in agonizing and couldn't take what they were doing to him. Out of nowhere, he received a hit from an unknown person, but now he was back for revenge to come to see who the hell did that to him. His face was still itchy and burned up. It was taking too long to heal, no, it wasn't even showing any sign of healing at all. “You have the guts to do this to my face?” He thundered with rage, looking dead at Lucas.

Happiness is so close, so close, it seems like just one more step to touch it, but all has gone up in smoke just because of this man. She vowed to hate this man for the rest of her life, to find a way to destroy him the way he did to her, but first she had to see his face clearly. With that, there was still a little strength left Vera to get rid of the other belt, quickly pull his neck close to her, remembering the face that had destroyed her life. Wherever she is, she will definitely return to this place for revenge.

“I had never even talked to Wick Webster before that night. Why are we even discussing him, anyway? I’m here to talk about what you did.” “I’m serious, Haven.” Gripping my arm hard, he pulled me close and peered deeply into my eyes. “Don’t trust him. The prick hates me with a passion you can’t believe. He would love nothing more than to get the ultimate revenge against me. Like fucking you behind my back.” “Revenge?” I repeated softly as the hairs rose on the back of my neck. Funny how he’d use that word. Then I shook my head. “Revenge for what? What did you do to him that was bad enough to merit his revenge?”

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.

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

"What’s that?" He stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Revenge." She reached up, brushing her fingers on the scar on his face. "Guess that makes two of us."

The face of the leader was distorted by a grimace of anger and pain. - You're too self-confident wolf. I wanted to kill you later, when the whole pack has gathered, but now I see no reason to wait. - there was an angry roar, as much glass in the windows rattled. “We will kill you, we will avenge your parents for the death of the one who gave birth to us. The death of their child is the best revenge. His own words gave him genuine pleasure. The facial expression changed. His eyes darkened, something sinister appeared in them. My death will most likely not be easy.

"Too bad your father isn't alive to watch his precious daughter fall. But I'll settle for knowing he's rolling in his grave." I spit at him. Right in his face. Vanessa kicked me in the ribs, but I didn't care. I was done being scared. "You're pathetic," I said. "A grown man who spent fifteen years planning revenge on a dead person's family. Your daughter would be ashamed of you." Vincent's face changed. The calm mask slipped for just a second, and I saw the rage underneath. The real Vincent Reeves. The broken man who'd let his pain turn him into a monster.

Damien tilted his head, studying me like he wasn’t surprised. “I think revenge only works if you’re stronger than your pain,” he said. “If you’re clear-headed. Cold. Focused. Otherwise, it’ll eat you alive from the inside out.” I nodded slowly, his words sinking into me like water soaking a parched sponge. “So it has to be strategic,” I murmured. He didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes was answer enough. After a long pause, I looked up again. “The facial reconstruction surgery,” I said. “Let’s do it.”