Revenge, Served In A Black Dress Novels & Stories

She shut the phone off in my face. I went back up the stairs and prepared for the date. I didn't know how classy he wanted me to dress, but I sure went all out. It was a deep v-cut dress that exposed my upper body, it was lacy and see-through too. It was a high split that stopped at the top of my thigh, it was also like a mermaid dress. I wore black pumps a black purse and silver jewelry. I did a heavy makeup look that matched. It was my revenge dress, absolutely stunning.

Vanya opened the conversation as they waited for the taxi outside the bar, “what kind of revenge, to be precise?” The drunken man who had sobered up slightly then gritted his teeth and responded, “yes, I need to avenge Kevin. He just ruined my hard work and I can’t let that happen. A lesson needs to be taught for that insolent son of a bitch, but I haven’t thought of that deeply. Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing,” lied the girl, “I once got hurt by someone until my life is shattered, and I need to take do the same.”

They came up out of the Roman sewer into a violet dusk. The iron grate opened onto a stone ledge below the Quai de Conti, with the Seine sliding past black and silver. Priya's car was waiting at the top of the steps, its engine running. She leaped out as they emerged and caught Elara by both arms, her face streaked with tears. "I thought we had lost you." "Vivienne is hurt," Elara said. "Julian shot Dr. Valmont. There are orderlies still in the cellar."

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.

I felt really useless. Someone came in from the back. From the body shape, I could tell it was a woman but because of the black clothes and black mask like a burglar, I couldn't tell who it was. She went straight to Mom's form on the floor and hovered over her for a moment. I watched to see what she would do. Obviously, she looked like a burglar but maybe, just maybe she might help Mom. The woman bent next to Mom and whispered words I couldn't hear. I felt like I could turn back the hands of time to get what she said, but instead, she took out a dagger and brought it down on Mom's chest.

Erdem moves and carries Enise to a chair revealing the person who silences her. Then I know, it's her, Habbab's grandmother, the mastermind of all this revenge, of all the pain they have caused me. She is dressed all in black, from her dress, to her Shayla. Even her makeup is dark and mysterious. She looks like death itself, it's like she's here to take someone's soul and take someone's joy away... Probably me. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Melek." He says with some mischief in his voice.

Meanwhile in a dark corner of jail, Veronica pinched her hands together as her eyes filled with fury. "Do you think happy ending is given that easily Blackwood? But I am not starting yet...my revenge is yet to come..." At the Blackwood Towers door swung open, as she walked in. Veronica stepped across the threshold, and every head turned. She looked nothing like the loud, flashy, vengeful woman who had been dragged out months ago. Her hair was pulled back in a soft, sleek knot, her makeup is minimal and elegant. There was no flashy jewelry, and cold smirk. She looked demure.

How touching. Still shaken, I prepared to leave this suffocating place. But before I could take a step, an enraged bystander emerged out of nowhere and landed a punch squarely on my face. "You vicious woman! The most toxic poison is a woman's heart! You're a snake in human skin—beautiful but rotten to the core. Today, I'm going to be justice itself and rid the world of you!" They kicked my abdomen, again and again, until the world around me spun and blurred.

In Sophia's mind, he can block her and walk out on her, but he would never humiliate her in front of a group of people. Silas wore pure black attire, acting the part of a grieving father, while Rebecca wore a flowy pastel blue dress as if she were attending a tea party. Sophia, on the other hand, arrived in a sleeveless, tight-fitting red dress—far too short and revealing for the occasion, toeing the line between scandalous and disrespectful. She paired it with towering red five-inch heels, each click on the marble floor drawing unwanted attention. Her makeup was full glam, with dramatic lashes and contoured cheeks, with a bold swipe of blood-red lipstick that turned heads.

"Can you sit with me in that short dress?" Antonio's comment made Cassandra look at herself. It was indeed a short and tight dress. Too sexy! Cassandra had never worn it before. It was a gift from Jessica. However, Cassandra didn’t expect that a dress that seemed so scanty would pull her into her own revenge circle. "I suppose it's fine. Aren't we going to take all of this off in bed anyway?" Cassandra bit her lip, feeling utterly disgusted after saying those words. But Antonio just chuckled and asked her to sit across from him.