Romans & histoires Revenge Fanfic

She whispered to her own self. "What?" He asked her loud and clear. "So you are from that mafia gang, Stalza." She screamed on top of her lungs since she was scared. And to her reaction, the men around her pushed their ammunitions further to her throat. "Hehe," his eyes lit up, "That's right princess. I am from that dirty mafia gang everyone is talking about." He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world,

“Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so bad . When she finished speaking , she turned , she was satisfied with the lols that he had on . She wasn’t going to back down , this was just the beginning of her revenge , it was more like the tip of an iceberg.

A quick fuck they'd forget about in a week but would leave me with a lifetime of scars. And now that he'd faced the consequences of his actions—his friends being slaughtered in front of him out of sheer luck for my incubus to be walking by—now he suddenly felt owed. An eye for an eye. How disgusting. Magic flared in me, ready to zap the motherfucker into oblivion. "Revenge?" Zaine looked between us. "For what?" Fire burned at my fingertips. "He's one of the shifters from the alley." "Oh." My words changed Zaine's demeanor immediately.

CHAPTER 3 Cassandra drove to the familiar luxurious mansion, her former home, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She felt disgusted by what she was about to do, but the thought of avenging her parents strengthened her resolve. Antonio's name and the memory of her parents' deaths were intertwined, fueling the fire of revenge that had burned for years.

The only reason I hadn't until now was because I recognised the part that was drawn to her and whatever those files revealed of her past, I didn't want it to interrupt with my revenge plans for my sister. White spurts of my come splashed on her face, decorating her cheek, chin and the corner of her mouth. I watched as her tongue darted out and licked the corner of her lips and she closed her eyes, tasting me like it was some tasty fûcking dessert. A look of pure bliss crossed her face before she schooled her features and looked at me. I almost smiled. She was fûcking perfect. And day by day it was getting hard to consider her nothing but a pawn in my revenge. Fûck.

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”

I could see the anger, the hate. “I hate them,” he spat the words as of it were poisen. “No… I loath them. “I’ll find the one responsible,” he said without heat, each word a stone. “And when I do, I’ll make him remember every scream she made.” “I'm sorry, I'm…. So sorry,” my hands trembled, tears spilled free. “It's not your fault Auriana, I thought all humans were cruel but… you're not Auriana, you're different. And no matter how badly I want revenge, I'll never do anything to hurt you I prom—”

My husband cheated on me. With the woman I called my sister. I should have divorced him and walked away. Instead, I made a reckless decision. If they could betray us, why couldn't we betray them? There was only one problem. The man I chose as my partner in revenge was Callan Whitfield, my husband's uncle, the most feared billionaire in the family. It was a terrible idea. But revenge was the only thing on my mind. We shared the same goal. Our revenge was supposed to be simple. Make them suffer. Make them regret betraying us. But somewhere between hatred and revenge, something far more dangerous began to grow. A desire neither of us was supposed to feel.

“And now that fate has thrown you this… unexpected plot twist, are you trying to rewrite the ending between you two? Hoping for a second chance at love?” Ryan didn’t respond at first. He turned toward the window, watching as the city glowed beneath him. His fingers tightened around the stress ball. Then, with a bitter scoff, he said, “No, Seb. I’m not gunning for a second chance at love with Adina.” His voice was calm. Controlled. “I want revenge.” Sebastian arched his brow. “Revenge?” His tone was incredulous. Ryan’s lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Yes. Revenge. And I’m going to get it.”

She can let herself be cared for by him, she has to only be careful and build her fences high not to fall for him, and revenge will come later when she has the strength to defeat them. She just has to fool around, play with his emotions and shatter his heart in the end, that is the trick. Romance revenge won't be such a bad idea. "What are you afraid of?" He asked. Good question, "I'm afraid you might break my heart if you regain your memory and find out I am not the girl you loved, you might think I deceived you deliberately" she lied, not a complete lie. He opened his mouth to say another word, but she inserted her finger into his mouth without a second thought. He knew exactly what to do,