Revenge Wears Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

Fuck, that red lipstick made my skin on fire. Her mouth was poison. That’s all I could think as Rosalie glared up at me from the bed with her lips swollen from tequila and defiance. Her body sprawled in that fucking red dress like a taunt. My taunt. "Fuck you," she spat, but her chest heaved and her pupils were blown wide—whether from alcohol or anger, I couldn’t tell. "I’m doing you a favor," I growled, leaning over her. The scent of her, it was sweet liquor and something darker, hotter, wrapped around me.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

they both start looking at each other after a while they avoid each other. Then Ryan said ok can you guys calm down at that time Leo came and said how are you guys sorry I'm late Henry got angry and made a face and said to Leo no dude we are all waiting for you especially Lara right Lara Then he said to Ryan come we have a business to do let's go Ryan said ok beautiful girls I have to go bye see you later .leo said hey girls are something wrong and by the way who is this joker humph saying bye beautiful girls .lisa sensed something fishy and said to Leo why are you so angry are you somehow jealous of them also showed shyness and no way should i. after some time when Lara and Lisa were togeth

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

Her thoughts spiraled back to a past that should never have been—a tragic moment that had taken her family and left scars that never healed. Her reddened eyes glared at her reflection in the mirror, as though she wanted to scratch away the fragile yet hate-filled face staring back at her. “You are dead to my heart, Antonio,” she murmured in a low voice, almost like a whisper. “There’s nothing you can do to replace the lives you’ve taken.” She wiped away the tears threatening to fall with the back of her hand, unwilling to show weakness, even to her own reflection. Cassandra knew the only reason she agreed to this marriage was for one purpose she clung to tightly—revenge.

His gaze fixed on Bianca, he walked over and immediately slapped Bianca. Bianca's body fell to the floor. The woman clutched her hot cheek. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. Not only physically, but her heart also hurts to have been treated like this. The woman gritted her teeth in anger, she hobbled up and returned a slap to Xavier. "How dare you!" Xavier growled in a low whisper. Instead of feeling scared, Bianca seemed to be challenging Xavier. The two of them stared at each other intently as if neither of them wanted to budge.

“How did you even get in here? I know for a fact you weren’t invited. I made sure of that. So why are you here, Morticia?” She didn’t answer. Not immediately. “I'm speaking to you bitch. Look at me,” I said,my voice venomous. She tilted her head slightly, inspecting her lashes with surgical precision, posture flawless, chin lifted. My words hung uselessly in the air between us. Slowly—painfully slowly—she capped the mascara and placed it back into her purse. Then she reached for a lipstick. Deep red. The kind of red that suggested blood and sin and everything forbidden.

She slapped him, feeling her face burn with a mixture of rage and embarrassment. Sebastian chuckled at her reaction, unfazed. Leaning close, he whispered in a dangerously low voice, “You’re lucky I like you, princess. If I didn’t, I’d make sure you regretted that slap.” The intensity in his gaze made his words feel like a warning, sending a chill down her spine.

The old couple's cries pierced the air, raw and unrelenting. Suddenly, a surge of anger coursed through me, and I hurled the powder compact in my hand to the ground. It shattered, scattering fine particles across the floor like dust over a battlefield. "Can you two just shut up already?!" I shouted, my voice slicing through their wails. "God, you're driving me insane! If it weren't for all your flailing around, do you think I'd have wasted my false lashes? Do you even understand how essential false lashes are to eye makeup?"

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’