Revenge Is Sweet Quote นิยาย & เรื่องราว

the lean body crook replied smirking. "Because of this" the person showed a video of there soon to be victim, "We'll use this to lower those retch and have them beg for mercy" the individual showed smirking evilly. "Is that......." the person trailed off lost for words. "Yes it is" they smiled closing the distance between them and then soon making out viciously while engaging in mournful activities. "Revenge is sweet and pay backs a bitch" •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

“What did you….* “Revenge.” My lips curled up into a sneaky smile. “And oh my. It is delicious.”

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

I would testify against the man who'd once promised me forever. And I would finally discover if victory felt as sweet as revenge was supposed to.

By the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish you had never touched my father. You’ll wish you had never been born. I took another sip of juice, legs crossed, feeling powerful for the first time in weeks. Revenge tasted so fucking sweet.

"Calm down Laura, you're not the only one that gets hurt whenever you rememeber that incident. I also get hurt, so does Mum and I know that's why you both are doing all these, trying to make them pay. That's why you and mum ruined Mr Adeniyi and Mr Kelvin's life. Even I can't take the pain and that's why I leave everything to God and I suggest you and Mum do so. God is the only one permitted to fight for vengence. Stop this revenge game. Philip is not like his father, give yourself a chance with him. A better Chance without lies and deceit." Laura took another deep breath. She could be considering what her sister is saying. "Laura, I know wherever Mr Adams Maduka and his friends are, they mu

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.

I could feel his rage burning through the phone, even though he was miles away, like a heat wrapping around me. “They did this to you? You lost your leg for that bastard and they still mistreated you? I’m going to ruin them. I swear it.” “No!” I snapped, sitting upright, swiping tears off my cheeks. “No, Ric. That won’t be sweet enough. That’s not the best revenge.” There was silence. Then, quieter and more focused, he asked, “What do you want to do?” “I want to destroy them myself,” I said, voice calm, a dark certainty hardening inside me. “But not fast. Slowly. Gently. I want them to rot from the inside out.”

Ben hissed, his eyes filled with anxiety and fear. As the rain gradually stopped, Ben sat on the side of the road, his gaze fixed as he watched the rescuers carry out one charred body after another. Remorse and anger flooded his mind. With scarlet eyes, one person immediately came to his mind—Kingsley. "It must be him!" Ben's heart burned with rage. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll make him pay!" But then it occurred to Ben that he had lost everything, so what could he use to seek revenge on Kingsley? And Charlotte—it was all because of her!

My laughter follows his footsteps as he retreats and I am reminded of Machiavelli once again quoting me “If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared’ Well Damian will you need to fear my vengeance?