Revenge Has Her Face Novels & Stories

She sat upright on the bed, ran her hands through her head and after a brief moment stood up from the bed and sat on a chair in front of a mirror looking at her reflection in the mirror. She slowly ran her hands on her face. "I reincarnated to be this beautiful body and face." She said as she kept running her hands on her face. "This is my rear second chance with life, And I'm here for one thing: Revenge! I will deal with them all… They will beg for their lives… Slowly I will make sure they taste more than what I did…" Yvonne was speaking with low and gritted teeth and was interrupted by the chiming of the door.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she sat in between all the pointed weapons, and he sat across her with a smug and cunning look on his face. "Now you should be smart enough to know that you have no choice Ms. Evans." He said in a giggly voice to make her outrageous self. She could not dare to speak anything, her throat was throbbing and her heart was pumping fast enough that it would jump off from her chest. An awkward silence took over the room and the arrangement remained constant as Logan did not order his men to withdraw their guns. He was looking forward to her reply, but stayed silent for sometime. "So," she began with mouthing words he wouldn't even listen, "You are Stalza." She whispe

“Take it.” Christian’s lips curled into a victorious smile. He turned to Luna, who beamed up at him with adoration, her hand still resting on her belly. The room erupted in cheers, congratulations once again directed toward Christian and Luna. The room that had once been decorated for Violet’s celebration now seemed to belong entirely to her sister.

“I have returned to reclaim what is mine. My powers have awakened, and this is the Selene I was always meant to be. No one will ever look down on me, betray or hurt me again.” Then, my gaze shifted—to my father, to Callista, to Kieran. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide with fear. Good. The fear that was etched on their faces was the start of the true revenge Because this was only the beginning. The real game had just begun.

"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."

All I want is revenge! I reached for the scissors again and brought them to my cheek. I closed my eyes as I pressed the blade of the scissors to my face. "Aaargh!" Blood was all over the comfort room. I smiled when I saw my face. I have a big cut on my face. I just hope this will help to hide my identity. A little more time... I can also find the right opportunity to reciprocate Cami. I will not let my life alone be ruined. I will not allow her to be happy while I am slowly burning up.

Even though I was olive skinned, my cheek would be an angry red. "Next time you touch me, your face won't know what hit it. Better keep your threats to your self, Adrianne. Don't want mummy to get pissed at the rumours." I was shaking with rage and I wanted to wipe that stupid smug look off her face. I inhaled and exhaled, trying to remove the anger from my system. I will have my revenge. This is going to be good. I thought, rubbing my hands, anticipating my plan. Becca's POV

“Because I needed to heal. And staying would have broken me more.” I swallowed. “You could have written. Called. Anything.” “And what would I have said, Damien? Thank you for putting me back together, but I’m still shattered inside?” I closed my eyes for a second. She always had a way of getting straight to the bone. “So,” I said, after a beat, “why are you back?” She didn’t hesitate. “For revenge.” I stared at her. “He took everything from me,” she whispered. “My name. My face. My future. So now I’ll take everything from him.”

“Finally, Madam speaks.” Benita chuckles. “You think this is funny, don’t you? Think this is just a piece of entertainment?” “Well, you can’t blame me, Beni-Lin.” Her gaze darkens at the nickname. Mine gleams with amusement. “It takes a certain level of obsession to dedicate years to plotting revenge.” “The revenge is worth it,” she says, “if the enemy scars your face, shoots you, then dumps your body in the sea.” “Ah.” I tilt my head to the side. “Now that I think of it, how did you survive?”

she said, turning to face me suddenly, her eyes locking with mine, “will end soon, Raven. I swear it on every moon I’ve bled under. We’re not going to die in this place. We’re not going to be forgotten or broken. We will get our revenge.” I looked at her, studying the way her mouth tightened at the corners when she said the word ‘revenge,’ and I couldn’t help the bitter smile that played on my lips. “You sound so sure,” I murmured, not out of disbelief but because I needed to hear her say it again. I needed to feel that certainty seep into my own bones.