Revenge Is Best Served Cold Novels & Stories

He made absolutely sure he implanted his favorite quote to me, while growing up, which I made sure, did not go six feet under, with him. It states thus; Revenge tastes better when served cold. But war is a meal that must be devoured, scorching hot. With every bite, a reminder of the blood that has been spilled, and every fucking swallow, a Vow, never to forget the price that was paid. I think it is safe to say, my revenge plan is at a fucking zero degrees Celsius, and the impending war, which I simply cannot wait for, would be a meal that would never in my lifetime be forgotten.

“If you give me a way out, I’ll remember it forever!” “And if you cripple me, I’ll do just the same!” “I can’t do anything to you right now since you beat me down, but it doesn’t mean that I can’t do anything to you after a year, or even ten years later!” “There’s a saying from you people here. ‘Revenge is best served cold’!” “If you do cripple me, you’ll have what’s coming to you in the future! You’ll drag Yoana down with you too!” Even though Aki was as swollen while blood seeped out of his mouth, he was still trying to bargain with Harvey.

Sandro scrambles back too, moving out of reach and sending a shuddering rage through Ivan. Konstatin lunges straight for me once again, his eyes wild and his father's motto spilling from his lips. “Mest-eto blyudo, kotoroye luchshe vesge podavat' kholodnym! [Revenge is a dish best served cold!]” It's a pity Aleksander would never be able to serve a dish of it himself. And pretty soon, neither will Konstatin.

He tells me everything is going well and gives me more information about the company. I give him directives to start making the company fail. We will take it step by step. Little by little, this company will go bankrupt, and I will come to mock them. They haven’t seen anything yet; this is just the beginning. I will relish their downfall. They have nothing to lose but wait. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and in my case, I will eat it very cold.

RHONDA Fear engulfed me. With the fury evident in Sienna’s features, she would no doubt pull the trigger. “Sienna. Stop. Drop the gun!” Malcolm yelled, his hands stretched forward as he quickly stood in front of me to protect me. “No. It’s a good thing you both are together. You both ruined my life and I am taking my revenge!” She yelled with rage. “Sienna. We can talk this out. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just drop the gun,” Malcolm muttered carefully not to upset her.

"Spencer, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt you over and over. I was horrible, I was shameless! But I'm willing to change now. I absolutely won't let you suffer anymore. Please forgive me just this one last time, okay?" I answered almost immediately, "No. Why would I take back trash like you? You know, Lucille–you think way too highly of yourself. Why should I pay for your mistakes? Why should I let bygones be bygones? Now get out of my sight immediately, or I'm calling the police!" At that moment, Vivian appeared behind me without me noticing. She held an umbrella, shielding me from the rain drifting in. Her expression was calm, and she remained quiet.

"And so are you if you think your feelings matter in this, because it doesn't. Right now, you're a stupid twenty-three year old who peaked in college and has no prospects for the future. You should be grateful to me for giving you a future you could only dream of!" Brandon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he took a step forward. "You told me we were building something. That we would take back what was stolen from us. But this isn’t a strategy. It’s just pure revenge for you. You're not helping me secure my future, you just want to hurt your enemies." I studied him for a long moment. "Revenge is the purest form of strategy," I said finally. "It eliminates doubt and it forces action. And

144 - The Revenge Served Ten Years Too Late (2) There was a popular old saying that when a nobleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, and that one should bide one's time and wait for the right opportunity to seek vengeance (1). People from many walks of life claimed that revenge is a dish best served cold, and that vengeance is often more satisfying if it is not exacted immediately. Face slap once you become far more powerful and wealthier than they would ever be.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”