Revenge Is Like The Sweetest Joy Novels & Stories

“That little Zoe darling… she’s going to regret ever laying a finger on me. She’ll wish she’d never crossed my path. And when it’s all over—when the good doctor finally wakes up from that pathetic illusion—you’ll be there. Beautiful, patient, convenient.” She took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke like a promise. “The taste of revenge, my dear… is like a fine wine: the longer it ferments, the sweeter and stronger it becomes. Our plan will work. And when the time comes… no one will stop us.”

All I could hear was my own heartbeat and the words he'd just spoken. Mine. Now and always. My wolf howled with joy inside me. Jude was still on the ground, bleeding and broken. Lucy knelt beside him now, crying. Part of me—a tiny, almost invisible part—felt sorry for them. But the rest of me felt nothing but satisfaction. This was what revenge tasted like. And it was sweet.

Natalie looked at him sharply. "If you burn someone in the fire of revenge and get your own hands burned, it is not called revenge. Sweet revenge will be taken when the person you want to take revenge on burns in the fire with a fiery flame and you enjoy watching it from a distance. When you hear that person's desperate pleas for survival, you will feel the real taste of revenge. The more patient you are with taking your revenge, the sweeter the results of revenge will be. We should not be impatient," Lucian said. Hearing Lucian's words, Natalie felt that Lucian was trying to tell her something indirectly.

“Oh, so you agree that it is you now. Let me tell you something. If a man wakes up and asks if something happened, he either remembers and wants confirmation, or he does not remember and is afraid something important occurred.” My stomach tightened. “So either way,” she continued, “it meant something.” I swallowed. “And that scares you.” “Yes.” I said abruptly. “Because if you admit you like him, it stops your revenge.” I nodded faintly. She reached out and squeezed my hand. “Listen to me. Revenge feels powerful at first. It makes you think you are in control. It gives you something to hold on to when your pride is bleeding. But it never heals you.” I looked away. The room suddenly felt too

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

15. Soraya 🍒 They say the best revenge is slow and sweet I totally agree with whoever said that if that weren't the case I wouldn't be here today to enjoy my straightforward mission which is to watch the newlywed reaction as they receive the bill for their lavish wedding that they both thought they could get away having using all my hard work, without an ounce of guilt or remorse, not on my watch the naive girl that was easily manipulate was dead the moment she found them fouling around in her bedroom, no more letting things go in the name of love.

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.

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.