Revenge Of The Hideous Lady Novels & Stories

The monster that was Averie lunged then, a desperate, sobbing motion. "Get back!" Ethan shouted, but Madison didn't move. She caught the monster by the throat. She didn't use the light. She used her bare hands. She looked into those blue eyes one last time, seeing the greed and the rot that had defined her entire childhood. "You were never my mother," Madison hissed. She squeezed. The bone-white neck snapped like a dry twig. She dropped the body into the pit, watching it disappear into the blackness. The hall went silent. The light of the Binary Star faded, leaving only the stinging smoke and the smell of burnt flesh. Madison stood over the hole, her eyes turning a permanent, lethal silver.

My knees gave way, and I stumbled, only for a guard to grab my arm roughly and hold me upright. “What is that obscene thing you dare show before my lord?” Jared barked. The stewardess’s voice came in sharply. “Lady Chelley hid this beneath her bed! She cursed it day and night, praying for Lord Cassian’s death. Her hatred for him is raw and sick. Her obsession is dangerous!” Her words struck like whips across my skin. My heart sank, rage boiling under it. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t mine, that I’d never seen that foul thing before. But I couldn’t,

She had personally chosen it when she moved into the mansion, insisting it be imported from Italy because she believed nothing less would suit the grandeur of the Lockwood estate. Now those beautiful lights blurred in her fading vision, swaying gently, though perhaps it was her eyesight that swayed instead. Hollow eyes stared back at her, and in that reflection, she saw not the elegant socialite admired by high society or the proud wife of a powerful billionaire, but something far uglier, the cruel wife, the wicked woman, the “evil stepmother,” the title whispered behind her back with contempt. A faint, broken laugh escaped Clara’s lips before dissolving into a choking cough that brought fre

Vivienne’s icy gaze measured Adrielle like a diamond being appraised, sharp and unyielding. “I’ve heard the rumors,” Vivienne said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “The heiress who lost everything, then vanished.” Adrielle met her stare evenly. “I’m here to reclaim what’s mine.” Vivienne’s smile was thin, calculating. “Bold. Dangerous. I like it. But this city doesn’t give up its secrets easily. You’ll need more than fire.” Lucien stepped forward, his presence a silent warning. “We’re prepared to play your game.”

***** It took exactly four days for Algebra MacMayer to hatch her revenge plan. And by hatch, I mean scribble it down with a stolen quill from her father’s office while muttering curses and burning her toast. Because yes—her revenge plan involved toast. And glitter. And a horse named Princess Murderclaw (who was actually just a borrowed palace pony named Buttercup). She was, in her own words, “a brilliant, dangerous, sorceress of the elder bloodline,” and in reality, just a glorified theater kid with bad judgment and access to questionable scrolls.

All of them nearly forgot to take a breath. The face of the lady with silver hair in traditional red cloth was so beautiful, if the leading lady is at the Idol level then the silver-haired lady is at the goddess level. The sharp eyes, the look of confidence, and proudly arrogance in her eyes make all of the people think that this silver-haired lady is the reincarnation of the goddess of war.

It is she who should be angry and the one who showed anger was the other one. When the cupids were giving each other exhausted glances, an annoyed voice called, “MOM!!!” Slapping her own head remembering she got Arman late for his school, Aisha said, “I have to go too.” After planting a small peck on Arif’s cheek and doing a quick hug with Aliyah, she screamed while walking out of the mansion in hurry with holding an annoyed Arman’s hand, “BYE!!!” Sitting on the sofa nearby, Arif and Aliyah were the only people left in the home except for the workers. "Hassan has told Simran about him being part in this Revenge shit of Ali," Arif said to Aliyah who looked at him in shock.

Mark said to himself when he saw that Audrey had disappeared behind the elevator which was now going down. Mark sighed softly. Lester's personal assistant then caught up with his boss, who was now invisible. . . . "Has she left?" Lester asked Mark who had just sat himself down. The CEO of the Hyden company looked busy flipping through the menu book in his hand. Mark nodded slowly as he said. "Yes, boss. Miss Audrey is back at her university. And as usual, she left without the need for bodyguards with her." Lester snorted softly. "Overconfident woman." He whispered softly.

Fired up with embarrassment and shame to having to witness such atrocities, Lady Francesca immediately closed her eyes and covered her palms so as to save her innocence further. She also turned her back into them as she felt the heavy and awkward atmosphere building. She didn’t know Verindale could be this wild and scandalous as she read it in the London publications and tabloids. It was a common knowledge to everyone that the Verindale’s present 19th earl of the earldom was a bold rebellious aristocrat who consistently tries to break the natural flow of the aristocracy as we know it.

the ladies chorused. The lady faced the altar, and she said to Vivian, “Rejoice, for you’ll sleep now, little one.” She held the spear in a manner that had its sharp point focused down, she directed it to Vivian’s heart. “You’ll be our strength,” she said. Vivian’s breathing increased. “You’ll be our new weapon,” the lady added, and brought the spear down for Vivian’s chest, but the spear didn’t touch Vivian as it exploded into tiny bits.