Revenge Is Like The Sweetest Joy の小説・ストーリー

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

It was like a death sentence given when they hated me for no reason, from which I realized that crystal hearts are always unnecessary in this corrupt society. I think I need to be as cruel as Alva. Every time someone directs an attack on me, I will return it tenfold. But I ended up getting fired for what I did. Thanks to being tech-savvy, I was able to continue to be a freelancer, no longer struggling in the office environment. I am a selfish and cruel man, but looking at my life right now, it is a life of abundance, fullness, and without the worries of life. I think I deserve it, it's just that I'm still lonely.

Experts, psychologists and even philosophers say that the best way to enact revenge is to be very happy that those who hurt you will feel jealous and that is revenge enough. Others say that if you can't let it go, then, dig two graves before you embark on the journey of revenge. This is because you will have to bury yourself and the other person who you want to take revenge on. In a nut shell, revenge is a two edged sword that hurts both sides.

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”

He always took initiative but Mayra tried to prevent any emotions as she wasn’t sure of how this may go. ‘Maybe they will accept me now…” Mayra thought. *********** Hello there... Dear lovely readers, Revenge is not always what we think it to be. We might overestimate the power of satisfaction gained by revenge on someone but deep within ourselves, we know our emotions are never healed by them. Any views? Don't forget to share :)

"I couldn't! He would be so broken knowing the truth! But I had no idea he would do this. I thought he would let it go. I had no idea he was willing to go to such lengths for revenge… he sees you and Peter as an enemy, I'm sorry. I really am. It's all my fault and I won't deny it. My men are searched everywhere. He is no where to be found… for now maybe" Josiah stood up as he grabbed Dylan's collar. "LISTEN TO ME DYLAN! THIS TIME.. I DON'T FVCKING CARE IF HE IS YOUR BROTHER OR NOT..I don't care if he has the wrong idea in his god damn forsaken brain.... BECAUSE THIS TIME IF I GET HIM, IF I EVENTUALLY LAY MY HANDS ON HIM, oh, I swear, I'M GOING TO SHOOT HIM STRAIGHT IN THE HEAD"

“Here’s your son.” “My son?” Joy spread through my body as I crouched to his level and hugged him tightly. Tears of joy streamed down my face as I stared at the beautiful boy before me. My chest filled with warmth. Finally, I found my boy. I was extremely happy, but my joy was short-lived when the woman suddenly ripped him away from my grip. An evil laughter emanated from her as she stared at me. “Did you think I was really going to leave him with you?” she laughed evilly. “No!”

And he was my world too; he was all I looked up to. Trust me, if your world gets snatched away from you, you'll fight too, because for me, revenge is the only way I'll feel I've done enough for my father, compared to what he has done for me; it’s the only way I can sleep at night, move on, and finally be happy. I want to give him as much as he has given me, and the only thing worth that much is the head of his murderer, on a fucking tray. I might add chili soy sauce to the sides to make it spicy.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.