Revenge Made Her Mine Novels & Stories

Even if I was covered with hatred and revenge was the only thing in my mind, being a prostitute or entertainer would not even in my choice. I chose to be a waitress in this bar. This bar was called Padi's, and it's one of the high-end bars in the city. Most of the customers here were from the higher part of society. But even being just a waitress, crud men were all around, especially when even waitresses had to wear almost nothing. I had to cope with this shit undercover even if I complained and disagreed. Because whether I liked it or not, this was the easiest way to start my revenge for these people.

She glared back at me. “Yeah, although I have not paid you back what I’m supposed to pay you, but yeah, I’m paying bit by bit. Who told you I don’t believe in revenge? Are you forgetting that Revenge is my second name?? I mean I’m paying the Lycan King and my babies daddy a revenge, so you should know that I am a pro.” I boasted while hitting my chest. “Okay, okay. Miss Revenge, you have finally paid me back, come and take your leave.” She stood me up.

For that reason, I press through the hours of the day and night until she returns. Revenge, on the other hand, is a gift. Something to distract me with. I want to make sure he suffers because of what he did to my mate. It’s a little pot kettle for sure, but I’m going to take every ounce of shame I feel about my situation and punish him for it.

“Deal.” And as her hand slipped from mine, my body instantly warmed. Revenge was supposed to be cold, but few hours meeting Calista, and she was already making me burn

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

Growling out a sigh, I clenched my teeth and said, “I think this is the stupidest fucking idea anyone’s ever had for revenge. You know that, right?” She stepped toward me, her eyes glittering with triumph because she knew I had just given in. Reaching out to grip the front of my shirt, she answered, “Yeah, I know exactly how you feel about it.” “And you’re still sure it’ll bring you all the vengeance and satisfaction and happy endings you want it to?” “At least I’ll know I did something,” she promised. Dammit. I squeezed my eyes closed. Her fingers coasted gently over my cheek, making my betraying cock harden like an idiot, fully on board to produce cum for her.

I am eager to reclaim what was taken from me and rewrite the path of my destiny. The first step is done. My revenge has only just begun. The Davis family will soon realize that they underestimated me— I’m a woman who was given the chance to be reborn, armed with beauty, resilience, and a burning desire for justice!

“How can you be so insensitive?! The first time you think I made a small mistake, are you just going to start hating me and try to get back at me? What kind of love is this that you feel for me and that fades away so easily…?!” "Revenge? You didn’t see anything.” she smiled, through clenched teeth. “If I really wanted to make you pay for what you did to me, instead of just fixing the mistakes I made under your influence, then you would be happy with what happened today. Or do you think I don't know you well enough to know exactly what would hit your precious ego?”

Never once admitting that she had sharpened the blade first. It was easier that way—blaming the girl she'd always tried to erase. Easier than facing the reality that her fall from grace was earned. So now, in the back of Vladimir’s club, with a mop in her blistered hand and bile rising in her throat as she scrubbed vomit from tiled floors, Sophia dreamed not of redemption… but of revenge. She knew she had no power. No beauty. No voice left in the world. But hatred? Hatred was free.

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’