Revenge, Served In A Black Dress Novels & Stories

"Have him to myself? Pfft, I don't need him anymore. I've made an oath that I'll exert revenge on both of you or embarrass me that day. No one messes with this bitch and goes scot-free." She smirked. "Jeez, Georgina, can't you just let go?" I immediately realized what I just asked was impossible after observing the sinister look in her eyes and remembering when we were in College; I had accidentally burned Georgina's special dress while cooking. No matter how hard I tried to explain that it was an accident, she had been so determined to exert her revenge, as always, and had taken all of my clothes and threw them over a bridge, never

She loves to take her time when bathing but this time, she had no choice but to hurry. She walks to the closet, her eyes caught sight of a black off-shoulder dress. Her lips pull up in a smile. The last time she tried to make him fall for her, she didn't succeed and it hurts. But now, she is willing to try again. Moreover, there is no way she will be without taking her revenge on him for starving her. She pulls away her hair towel and starts drying it with the hair dryer. She stares at herself in the mirror with so much admiration, of course, she was a beauty and she could testify to it.

I was stepping into unfamiliar territory, risking everything for a chance at revenge. A figure emerged from the shadows, a tall and imposing man with a cold gaze. It was Blake, the alpha of the rival pack. His piercing eyes met mine, assessing me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "You're brave—or foolish—to come alone, Ashley," Blake said, his voice carrying a low, rumbling tone. "What brings you here?" "I seek an alliance," I replied, my voice firm and resolute. "I've had a falling out with my alpha, Matt. I want to take him down, and I believe we can achieve that together."

This would be her retribution! “We’re here” For the first time since I’ve been coming here, the Harrington residence didn’t seem so far away. I never wanted to hear those two words of announcements but sadly all things must come to an end and that included this hell of a ride. For tonight I was decked in a hot red-rose dress and I was definitely killing it with my smooth curves that gave off probably too much information about how I look without clothes on but then again that was far from the point! The whole concept was a sexy red dress that best describes my agenda tonight. I wasn’t the Arya of before, my eyes no longer had the warmth of innocence and nativity. I’m a mother on a mission to

I took in a deep breath, “But that was a long time ago, since high school years and clearly she has moved on proving to be better off without me. I didn't mean to do all that to you sister but I was pushed.” “Lies, all lies,” “What do you want to do with me? I'm sitting nake…” I was instantly cut short by a glorious sight, never had I seen anything like it before. Elias had stripped, he had taken the black dress off completely, what's more surprising? He had no underwear on. His shoulders wide and hard, the tattoos on his arm and chest were more visible when he flexed his muscles.

"Absolute power does not consist of striking, but of suspending the moment when the blow could fall. And making that known. It consists of transforming the tormentor into a willing spectator of his own fear. And the victim into an eternal judge." Élianor The gun room is a secret chamber, at the heart of the Hammond house. Here, my grandfather kept his hunting rifles and trophies. Tonight, it is here that I arm myself. The dress is not a choice; it is a declaration of war. Black silk, heavy, cut like the uniform of a forgotten regiment. It does not shimmer. It absorbs light. Before the antique mirror with its tarnished gold frame, I do not see a woman. I see a principle. The principle of cold

I wore it in mourning of the death of my old self; soft and sweet Tessa. The sweetness of my past self must have been the reason why Sergio threw the towel on us and accused me of cheating. And cheating with whom? A tall awkward fool with ugly hair who still thinks he is in his prime. God forbid!! I wore that black dress to also make a statement, a small act of rebellion in a war I refused to lose. Just because I was his wife now did not make me his street dog. He wanted to marry me right? He will get exactly what he ordered.

she asks, holding up two outfits—one white, one black. "Darling, don’t you think it’s a little bold asking your husband how to impress another man?" I tease. She shoots me a look that shuts me up fast. "The black one." "You sure? The white one is more..." "With the white, you look innocent. The black one makes you look confident. And I doubt you’re aiming for innocent, right?" She shakes her head, so I go on. "You need to show them that you might be Pierre’s assistant, but you’re still a Dubois—and you deserve respect. Wear the black one."

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

"Darling, every dress you wear doesn't just cause traffic. It causes earthquakes." My mouth twitched. Almost a smile. "Tomorrow evening." "Tomorrow—that's impos—" "You've done impossible before." Silence. Then he laughed. "What's the occasion?" "Revenge." Longer silence. "Say no more. I'll have something ready." Next evening. My penthouse. The dress hung on the rack. Wine-red. Deep. Dark. Like blood that's been sitting. It clung everywhere. Dipped low in front. Slit up the thigh—almost to my hip.