Revenge Has Her Face Novels & Stories

Ethan : "MOM!! NO!! " Flickering his eyes trying to keep them on his mom but soon enough the men started to get in cars as the camera was also taken inside the car and that's when there was a change of emotions, when his body started turning blood red and eyes burning lava. He felt like he was going to explode any second when that men finally revealed his face with a mocking smirk of victory on his face. Man : "Now That's what you call 'Revenge' Ethan" Before Ethan could react in any way the door to his office opened revealing Cloven.

“You want to see the look on their faces? The ones who did this to you? The ones who lied? The one who called you a ‘thing’?” ​How did he know that? Had he been listening? ​My breath hitched. Tiana. Greta. Their smug, triumphant faces. ​“You want revenge, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice stroking a tiny, cold ember of rage deep inside me. ​I stared at him, my focus narrowing. ​Revenge. ​“They… they have to see…” I whispered, my voice raw with a new, dark emotion. ​“Precisely,” he said, a genuine, terrifying smile gracing his lips. “But they won’t see you if you die here. So, I’ll say it one more time. Get. Up.”

she raged, tearing apart her room like a woman possessed. - - - A woman wearing dark sunglasses stood at the edge of a rooftop, the night breeze tousling her hair as she smoked. A smirk played on her lips as she gazed over the glittering Vegas nightlife below. "I’ve stayed silent long enough. It’s time to exact my revenge. They won’t know what hit them. I’m back, and the Hernandez family better brace themselves. From now on, it’s showtime," she said with a cold laugh. Someone approached her from behind.

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.

Evelyn I arrive at my uncle’s house at exactly noon. Since last night, my head’s been a mess—mostly filled with thoughts of Xander. Screw him. I hate him, and I hate the way he made me feel. Thank God things didn’t escalate on that balcony. It’s a good thing he walked away when he did. My uncle had demanded my presence today to restructure our initial plan. The goal remains the same—revenge. “Yooo, Señorita. Looking good as always… hmm, that ass though,” Felix whistles as I walk past him. He’s working on a motorcycle, all grease and grins.

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

“On your knees, Tristian. I want you to suffer the same way you've made me suffer all these years. I want you to eat the same fruit you've given to me all these years, Tristian. Do you know how long I waited for you?” She paused, and I watched her check the revolver, remove it from safety and then point it straight at my face. I was terrified, and I knew she knew it. This wasn't the Ciara Hemsworth I used to know. This was an angrier version, a version that had sought revenge and had not found it. A version that had finally found revenge, and wanted to talk to her enemy before letting him go. Yes, I was her enemy now.

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.

That same night, the real daughter of the William family had an accident she couldn’t survive. That night, Mrs. William performed a surgery, a face exchange. She replaced her daughter’s face with mine, saving my life in the process. Now, I was living a life that never belonged to me. But I didn’t choose this life for pleasure. I chose it for revenge on everyone who broke me. "Oh Mom, how are you doing?" I smile, running into her arms. Just then, Mr Williams cleared his throat. "Oh! What a lonely life for an old man like me? No one is even hugging me" he muttered, hinting jealousy in his words.

Not after ten. She stayed curled on the floor until her body trembled with cold, her skin was soaked to the bone, her fingers wrinkled and pale. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, felt like they could barely stay open. Thirty minutes passed before she dragged herself up, wrapped in a towel, and faced the mirror. Then the figure appeared behind the glass, eyes glinting. “You’re so pretty,” it murmured. “And he still cheated. You gave him everything. You helped her rise. And how did she repay you? She stabbed you in the back.”