Revenge Face Novels & Stories

Bruce asked further " I thought you said you were pure!" Shaw stressed " Fine! Am not! Am harbouring a revenge in me!" Jasper spilled out angrily " Revenge!" Bruce muttered "Revenge for what? Why?" Shaw added "My sister was raped and killed by my close friends and I have to avenge her death!" Jasper raised his voice angrily " Urn" Bruce and shaw was shocked as they felt annoyed instantly "That's why your eyes were red!" Shaw added " What do you mean?" Jasper asked curiously

Lucas responded and slowly we drifted into another conversation till we fell asleep. The following morning, after Lucas was taken to the hospital, I flew to the UK. Immediately I got there, the first thing I did was, look for where to change my looks. When I mean my looks, I am talking about changing my face to another different face as this was the only way I could secure myself and also take revenge. From what I searched on the internet, I found a location where I could conduct a cosmetic face surgery. "Are you sure you really want to do this? You look so beautiful as you are." The surgeon who was in charge asked. I nodded, my heart beating with every breath I took.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Hemsworth's anger, prompting him to deliver a resounding slap across Justin's face. Justin staggered and regained his composure. The media intensified their activity, capturing videos and photos of the unfolding scene. "Stop it! Do not lay a hand on my grandchild again. What is wrong with you?" Old Mrs. Hemsworth erupted, her voice echoing with anger as she directed a furious glare at her son.

Loan shark, money lender or some enemy from the fashion world that she might have hurt with her sharp words when she was on the top of her game as a designer, she considered any possibility there was - But then her eyes locked with his. A gaze that she was familiar with once, but now seemed so diffrent. An indiffrent expression painted on his face and his face resting slightly on his hand. He sat there in the middle of the room on a table and had two buff men standing beside him. Shivers ran down her spine as she looked at those men in black suits. She assumed that they would also be having some guns hidden in their suits. She decided to walk inside the room elegantly. "So what if he is the

Because whether I liked it or not, this was the easiest way to start my revenge for these people. I gritted my teeth. A bunch of men was outside the back entrance sitting like broken douchebags. They looked at me with lust when they saw my shadow. Disgusting people. "Hey, gorgeous!" "Sexy here!" "Come here, beautiful." I looked at them with an emotionless face. I entered the bar, hands inside my pocket, ignoring their dirtiest gestures and voices. When I saw the clock, I sighed in relief because I had arrived on time. Pew! Thank God I was not late.

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”

"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. ‎

The memory of her baby's innocent face, cold and lifeless in her arms, gave her strength she had never known before. As she stood there, a lone figure against the backdrop of the moon, Aline's vow of revenge echoed through the clearing. The winds carried her determination, her pain, and her newfound power – a power that would soon shake the foundations of the very pack that had underestimated her for far too long.

"I mean under the anger." I opened my mouth to say I was fine, but the lie wouldn't come out. I looked down at my lap, and my walls slowly started to come down. "I thought it would feel good," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I spent two years dreaming about this, dreaming about seeing Marco's face when he realized he was trapped. I thought revenge would feel like winning a prize. I thought it would make me happy."