Revenge Wears Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

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.’

But enough to make everything clear. Aurora said nothing more. Because the game… had just begun. That morning felt too calm. As if the world hadn’t changed. As if nothing had shattered the night before. But for Aurora Blackwood, everything was different. She stood in front of the mirror for a long time. Staring at her own reflection. Her face was pale. Her eyes slightly swollen. But there were no more tears. Aurora picked up a lipstick from her vanity and applied it calmly. The soft red color brought life back to her face, which had briefly lost its color.

She wanted revenge, wanted him to feel want she felt days ago after she found out of his infidelity. She picked out a velvet maroon dress, one with a thigh high slit. It was backless, with a gold chain hemming up all the way to the skirt on her waist. Seductive in all its nature, she wrapped her hair in a right ponytail, wanting every part of her back to be exposed and picked out a pair of teardrop earrings. Red lipstick, she smudged it across her lips with her eyes never leaving her reflection in the mirror. Tonight she was going to have fun, Justin be damned. He would know real torture tonight, she might even go home with Rowan Maldov tonight.

"Doctor!, Doctor!, where is the doctor" a young woman wearing a white gown shouted as a stretcher was hurriedly wheeled in by the nurses, a man with a pale face but was as handsome as anything in this condition, was on the stretcher covered in blood, the woman likewise was also stained with his blood, her original white garment was already dyed red, only if one looked closer would one discover that the cloth was white before it was dyed with blood turning it red, but the woman could be less concerned about that.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

she belongs only to me. me: " shut up.. check her.. she is having fever.. I called you to give her treatment not to praise her beauty... " Allen rolled his eyes and treated her... me: " when will she get well?? " Allen: " you said you don't have any feelings then why are you caring her..?? " me: " I asked you something.. for that just say the answer.. " Allen: " uff.. you and your stupid revenge..." murmured under his breath then he said..

My lungs burned like they couldn’t hold air. Vincent’s eyes sharpened, cruel and knowing. “And don’t you feel it? That hunger gnawing in your bones every time you breathe? Don’t you dream of painting the walls red, watching life leave their eyes? You think this is about revenge? No, boy. Revenge is the pretty dress you wrapped around your sickness. What you really want is slaughter.” Lorraine let out a small gasp. Her voice trembled like glass about to shatter. “Misha…”

If he wouldn’t come to me… I’d go to him. Revenge wasn’t passive. It was power. And I wore mine in red. I slipped into the dress like it was made of fire. Short. Tight. Barely legal. It clung to my curves like second skin, rising dangerously high over my thighs, showing the full curve of one side of my bum if I moved too quickly. Perfect. I let my hair down, brushing it until it flowed like midnight silk over my shoulders. Then came the perfume, warm, floral, with a hint of something dark.

She gives me a tug that seizes my breath for a minute or two. “Come on, little flame. Take your revenge. I hurt you, right? It’s rather fitting we battle it out now. Reprisal is the best reward for betrayal…” Her gray orbs glow red. Her nostrils flare. In a swoop, Laura plummets her lips on mine in a hot, vengeful kiss. Our tongues clash, our desires meld like fire meeting gasoline. Everything hence is hot and explosive. She takes the reins, I hand over to her, and wields it like a mantle.

He brought his finger to my face. “See?” I looked and… Shit. Red lipstick. An evidence of Lara's presence on my lips. “I'm not sucking lipstick,” he stated calmly. My hand left his waist, going to my mouth, brushing hard through my lips in an attempt to clean this shit off. “Is it still there?” I asked. He nodded. “Very much.” I scrubbed again. “Still there?” I asked. “Riven, lipstick needs harder scrubs to go off.” I scrubbed harder for at least fifteen seconds while he just stood there watching me.