Revenge Of The Hideous Lady Novels & Stories

The principle of cold, calculated vengeance, served on a silver platter. My hands do not tremble as I apply the makeup. They are steady, surgical. The lipstick is the only color, a gash of vivid blood on the marble of my face. The chignon is so tight it pulls at the skin on my temples, a sharp and familiar pain, a reminder that I am here, present, in this body that was once their target. Martha enters, and her sharp intake of breath is my first victory of the evening. "Élianor… You look like…"

"Fuck you, Angelo! Fuck you and your accusations! You have no right to question me! Not after what you did! At least you didn’t catch me in our matrimonial bed fucking your uncle” His face darkened. "So this is your revenge? Fucking my family to get back at me?" A cold smile twisted my lips. "This?" I gestured to my wedding dress. "This is just the beginning. You and Bella will pay for what you did to me. I'll ruin you both." Angelo's expression changed his anger fading away, replaced by something else something like...fear. Good. Let him be afraid. Let him suffer like I suffered, he’d taste something even more bitter and painful than I did.

Theo, beside him, smirked openly, mouthing something cruel beneath his breath. Montreal will break you. My blood ran cold. Mrs. Ashford barely blinked in my direction. Her expression was carved from stone, as if she were at a funeral instead of a wedding. Maybe to her, this was a funeral—the burial of my spirit. And Olivia? Of course she couldn’t let the moment pass without drama. “She stole my watch!” Olivia suddenly cried, standing to her feet and pointing at me like I’d just committed murder. Whispers rippled through the pews.

Her flawless skin began withering away like plaster off a wall and got replaced with the wrinkles of a thousand years, her sparkling teeth turned pale yellow and grew pointy and her eyes became pupil-less… The same face I viewed in my nightmares. Her hands turned bony, like the branches of a tree. They could never have been a more hideous and repugnant sight on earth, diffusing the air with a pungent and nauseating stench. A million sparkling vapours were tearing through the figure, what appeared to be souls of young maidens, with lively smiles on their ghostly faces, who had been sucked off and been trapped by the sinister lady over the centuries. "You….will…pay for this,” the ancient lady

Then when it was all said and done, she would move on, go to a faraway college and leave this life behind. Glancing back at the room, she had to make sure there were no hidden cameras or microphones in the room before she settled in. She had just arrived back from her house where she packed her things and readied for the move to Stone’s mansion. She knew she was being pushy when she claimed a room in his house, but something told her he liked her attitude, so she used it to her advantage. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Searching the room she found three hidden microphones and two cameras, in that moment she was glad for the fierce training of The Academy, they made sure no

Holdent tried to turn around to see where else she could’ve gone. He was completely stunned at that moment. The cotton candies he held in his hand fell on the floor. “Sir, sir? You still haven’t paid,” shouted the lady. “Get lost!” Holden raised his foot and kicked the lady violently. She vomited blood as she landed on the ground. She was shocked as she looked at the decently dressed man in front of her, who had a handsome appearance and seemed wise and virtuous. She could not believe that he was actually a devil.

How dare he do this to us. In her bid for revenge, Isolde inadvertently stumbled upon the secret of immortality. As she delved deeper into dark magic, she discovered a ritual that granted her eternal life, allowing her to witness the repercussions of her curse for generations to come. This revelation struck fear into the hearts of the realm's inhabitants, creating a legend that would be passed down through generations – the legend of the immortal witch who sought vengeance against the lycans.

Still, I tried to maintain a stoic exterior, not that it would matter anyway. “Seems our last talk wasn’t fruitful,” She began. Lady Wendeline couldn’t hide the manner of disgust embedded in her voice for a thousand cents. “Do you need me to rewire your brain?” She chucked to herself. “Again, how could I possibly rewire what you do not possess?” I hadn’t seen this side of her. This malicious shell that opposed everything I thought she stood for. All I sensed was hate and pure anger. Being on the receiving end certainly hurt, brewing me anger of my own.

She yelped, the skin around her eyes wrinkling. “You know my husband, so modest and I of course. We will send it over in due time.” “Oh that is why I love you so.” She met some important women and I bid her goodbye and turned around. I just had to have her in the clutch of my hand then I would demand what I wanted from her. She should retrieve her assistance from Cormac. I certainly did not prepare any gift, but I had said it, I would commit to it now. The more I felt myself soften for Cormac the more I would tighten my revenge reins.

Even though he knew that she had a mouth that could offend everyone, Hideous did not even think that she had this kind of courage to hurt his daughter. He should have done something to her. A surge of fury ignited within Hideous, his eyes flashing with righteous anger. How dare she harm his daughter, the light of his life? The very thought filled him with a burning rage, his fists clenching involuntarily at his sides. How could she? "Lilia," Hideous seethed, his voice low and dangerous. He clenched his fist, and his knockles turned white. "How could she?"