Novel & Cerita Revenge Is Best Served Cold

she belongs only to me. me: " shut up.. check her.. she is having fever.. I called you to give her treatment not to praise her beauty... " Allen rolled his eyes and treated her... me: " when will she get well?? " Allen: " you said you don't have any feelings then why are you caring her..?? " me: " I asked you something.. for that just say the answer.. " Allen: " uff.. you and your stupid revenge..." murmured under his breath then he said..

Zane’s POV As the wise ones say, revenge is a dish best served cold. And everyone knows I, Zane McAllister, I am coldness personified. My friends and acquaintances call me a ‘human iceberg’ for a reason. And not just that, to me revenge isn’t just about retaliation. It is about calculated destruction. It is about ensuring that by the time my enemy realizes what is happening, there is no way out for him or her. No mercy, no second chances, nothing at all.

"And if I don't?" He looked up, his eyes darting around as if to sense where I was. "Then we will fight back. No matter how much you try to subdue us." I scoffed. "You want to know what I love most about revenge?" I lowered my head and whispered. "It's best served cold. When you don't even remember why you're being punished." My hand went straight to his head as I pulled him closer with my eyes fixed on his men.

"It's your fault! It's all your fault!" "What? It's obviously your fault! I was on Mr. Leeds' side! You're the one who convinced me to believe Yves, saying that his major was in Food Safety, so he's smarter and more trustworthy than Mr. Leeds! Look what happened! I was the one who was tricked!" "Don't even mention that asshole Yves! He's probably hiding with his parents somewhere!" "If I ever catch him, I won't let him off the hook!" Amidst their angry shouts, Steve, who had once been saved by me but then betrayed me, suddenly dropped to his knees.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

The stranger wrapped his hand around my waist and led me to the dance floor, while the eyes of a certain person bore holes in the small of my back. Revenge is best served cold or hot. Both ways would be also sweet.

Then back at me. "Do you know what the best revenge is?" I said. Grace looked at me. The question landing differently than it would have if I'd asked without context. "What?" "Living well. Being happy. Refusing to let the people who hurt you define you. That's the best revenge. Not hurting them back. Not making them pay. Just building a life so full and so real that what they did to you becomes just one chapter of a much longer story." Grace considered this with the seriousness she brought to all significant ideas.

The metal was cold, immoral. Maddox embraced me from behind, his warm, inviting body still bringing back memories of the two of us in the heat, his large hand encircling mine in a fist, making me grip the dagger tightly. "Looks like I need to teach you a lesson, love. Revenge is a dish best served cold."

If it had been before, I would have flared up and become very annoyed, but I have learned to take things easy. She wants to rile me up, but I would have it no other way than to serve revenge the best way it should be served: cold.