Revenge Has Her Face Novels & Stories

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’

Never once admitting that she had sharpened the blade first. It was easier that way—blaming the girl she'd always tried to erase. Easier than facing the reality that her fall from grace was earned. So now, in the back of Vladimir’s club, with a mop in her blistered hand and bile rising in her throat as she scrubbed vomit from tiled floors, Sophia dreamed not of redemption… but of revenge. She knew she had no power. No beauty. No voice left in the world. But hatred? Hatred was free.

He did whatever his mother told him. And because I loved him, I let it go as long as it wasn’t too much. However, I never imagined that even in something like this, he’d side with his family to deceive me. He had completely betrayed my trust. Just then, as the cameraman following us finally lowered his gear, Mira suddenly lunged forward, snatched up the camera, and smashed it hard against the ground. She pulled out a knife and held it to her neck. “Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online!

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

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.

Their eyes widened again, with panic creeping back into their faces. “I haven’t decided yet,” I continued. “Whether I should protect you or throw you under the bus. Honestly, I don’t owe you anything. You two have been treating me poorly. I mean, you almost scarred my face.” “But we just told you it wasn’t our fault!” Vivian snapped, clenching her fists tightly like she was holding herself back from doing something stupid. “I don’t care. I want revenge,” I said flatly. “In fact, it’s only fair I do report to the Alpha.”

"It's time to face our demons and make them pay for every tear we shed because of them." At that moment, determination burns stronger than ever. The night of the banquet approaches, and I am ready to confront Derya Arslan and the Arslan family, to expose their true nature, and to put an end to the oppression we have suffered for so long. Revenge is about to be fulfilled, and there will be no mercy for those who have hurt us. Justice will be served, and I will be the instrument that will carry it out. Enise approaches me and embraces me tightly, and I reciprocate the gesture, gently stroking her back. I can feel her gratitude and affection in that hug, and her words deeply move me.

"Hi Kourtney, you remember me, it's Irene the same girl you always had chance to hit, abuse and vent your anger on, I guess there's a turn over, the tables has changed. You're on thr receiving end now" "Xavier would surely put you behind bars again and this time you would be there for a very long time" She spat on my face, I couldn't hold my anger, walking to the table, I picked up a sletch hammer, walking over to Kourtney, I ran the edge over her jaw, staring at her blood oozing out of her mouth was a beautiful sight out behold, remembering how many times I bled due to her abuse. Revenge is very sweet especially when it's for the right course. I quickly pulled the hem of her hair,

And behind her new face, a woman was preparing her first step toward a carefully planned revenge. Not with anger. But with intelligence. To be continued...

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.