Novel & Cerita Revenge, Served In A Black Dress

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Soon, he had to be thinking, they will all call him Don. He raised a glass to my brother, Marco, who sat in the front row, as if showing off a prize he'd already won. Marco stared back, his expression a mask, his eyes a bottomless void. The heavy wooden doors of the cathedral slowly swung open. Every head turned. The music stopped. But the woman who walked down the aisle was not a happy bride in a white gown. I wore a pure black strapless dress, its long train trailing behind me like a shadow of the night, sweeping across the crimson carpet.

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

I lived for racing, but my wife, Whitney Cross, supposedly got so motion sick that even a fast elevator ride could make her throw up. Whenever I suggested a drive along the winding mountain roads, she went pale and refused, claiming she was born with a balance disorder. Then a TikTok trend went viral, with guys posting videos of their girlfriends struggling with things that wouldn't faze most people. I joined in and posted a clip of Whitney dry heaving after a ride on a carousel. The comments quickly filled with sympathy. [She's so delicate! You'd better treat her like a princess.] But then a couple of comments caught my eye. [Hold on, isn't that Whitney Cross? The Queen of Suicide M

Now, whatever it took me to get deep into her, I was going to do! It was true that the main reason for my revenge was DON and he was dead. But it was just better having his wife all to myself now. It was superiority. I reached my wardrobe and scanned for some shirts, all had different shades of dark and brown. I shut it back, going to a space nearby where I had boxes of new shirts. I saw a blue pattern vintage shirt and put it on, with ironed sleeves that were enough to cover my tattoos, and I made sure of that.

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.

Anna comes and select dress for her and gets ready with her. Elina: " Hmmm Anna don't you think this dress is too reliving... I won't wear this..." Anna: " it's perfect.." Elina wear one shoulder dress top white and down black with leg side slit dress and Anna wear red colour off shoulder full length dress which perfectly hugs her body and back less.. after getting ready they both comes down...

He turns, extending his hand toward me. I place my fingers in his, and he holds me as if I’m made of glass though the way his eyes trail over me says otherwise. “You look lethal,” he murmurs low enough for only me to hear. I smirk. “Good. I dressed for revenge.” The deep red gown I wear clings like a second skin, flaring out behind me like a trail of fire. I wore it on purpose. It’s bold and dramatic, a walking middle finger to the family waiting behind those palace walls. Blood-coloured, like a promise. Or a warning.

Concealed among mops and cleaners, I awaited the unfolding drama, a smirk of satisfaction playing on my lips. From my hidden perch, I could only imagine the moment of panic as Flora reached out to find her dress had vanished. “What in the world! Where the hell is my dress?!” I pictured her cursing aloud, her bewildered gasps echoing through the thin walls. Her dismay was my vindication—the sweet taste of revenge for all she had put me through.

Zara met his eyes. “No. I let it burn.” ⸻ Later that night, Alec found her in her studio. She was working on a dress unlike anything she’d ever made. Black satin. Crimson lace. Metal wire running through the seams like veins. Armor and elegance. “What is it?” he asked softly. “Revenge,” she whispered. He came behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and buried his face in her neck. “You know she won’t stop,” he murmured. “Valencia, Kira… They’re obsessed. With destroying you. With taking me.”