Revenge Wears Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

The principle of cold, calculated vengeance, served on a silver platter. My hands do not tremble as I apply the makeup. They are steady, surgical. The lipstick is the only color, a gash of vivid blood on the marble of my face. The chignon is so tight it pulls at the skin on my temples, a sharp and familiar pain, a reminder that I am here, present, in this body that was once their target. Martha enters, and her sharp intake of breath is my first victory of the evening. "Élianor… You look like…"

It seemed that she finally became Xander's girlfriend. I wondered if she'd regret dating him once she found out about the truth. "Dana Lombard, you're a cruel and heartless hag! Pearson Group spent so long nurturing your talents, and yet you started your own company with Pearson Group's resources! You really are a backstabbing ingrate!" Ramona wore bright red lipstick and had her hair styled in a tall bun. She gazed at me disdainfully the whole time. "We're confident that we'll be the ones snagging the rights over the plot! You might as well go home and play wet nurse to your children! Oh, I forgot!"

"This revenge will end soon. You guys rest easy and be happy in your new places. I love you." Alexander smiled again and put the photo back into a worn-looking book. He put it in the nightstand and locked it securely. He took a deep breath before finally leaning back. Those eyes looked at the empty ceiling of the study. The fist grew stronger with the memory of the blood staining the floor. Her happiness was completely unrecoverable. "Why are they so mean to you?" he muttered, holding the tightness inside his chest with the memories that could not let go of the past events.

I lean closer to the mirror, applying another coat of lipstick… bloodred and unapologetic. The color bleeds across my lips, transforming my mouth into something both beautiful and lethal. My eyes are rimmed with black, making my irises look almost supernatural in their intensity. Cold. Calculating. Unflinching. These are the eyes of a woman with nothing left to lose. The thought curls my lips into a smile that doesn't reach those eyes. I step back, assessing the final product. The world wants a villain? I'll give them one they'll never forget!

LILY I applied gloss to my lips, then returned it to the drawer. Studying my reflection in the mirror, the corner of my lips curled in disdain. My brown strands, now a lustrous red, were pretty; the charming copper color turned me into another person, someone I hated being. It was this part of me that he had wounded—the glamorous and fiery part of me. Stomped down until it was quenched just the way he liked. I repaired the thin sleeve of my white evening dress. This was the aesthetic he wanted, and he turned me into it. The redhead without her fire—wasn't it just comfortable?

Her teal pajamas clung to her frame, hinting at curves that stirred weird memories. Their eyes locked, a fleeting beat of connection, but Gina’s gaze hardened, her scowl sharp as she noted the late hour, past ten. With a huff, she looked away, her movements jerky, like a heroine dodging a scene she wasn’t ready for. Then her eyes snagged on a red lipstick stain on his shirt, a perfect, damning imprint of a woman’s lips. Her anger flared like a spark hitting dry tinder, her glare slicing through him as she turned to storm out.

How low are the Sterlings willing to go to paint Thea in a horrible light? They all had something to post of Wetalk now! A small smile touched Thea's lips, her revenge was just getting started.

Chelsea coughed and said, "Just tell me how you want to retaliate, I need to be mentally prepared." Russell furrowed his brows and said, "Am I someone who seeks revenge for the slightest grievance?" This gave Chelsea an opportunity. "How are you not? I accidentally got lipstick on your shirt earlier, and without a second thought, you threw it away. Isn't your reaction clear enough?" Russell's eye twitched, "It can'tbewashed off, what’s wrongthrowingit away?" "Then what do you mean by throwing away my lipstick?" Russell glanced at her and said, "Your lipstick is all smudged. Shouldn't you have replaced it with a new one? Didn't Winston buy you a complete set later?"

A fat red stick with a sharp tip was revealed. I know this, I see this every time, it is, “A lipstick?” However, Victor shook his head, he said, “It is not just a lipstick. It is a weapon.” He twisted the lipstick up and pressed the tip on my lips, he traced the line of my lips as he applied it on me. I looked in the mirror. Once again, I was astonished. Just looking at my red lips made me feel hot enough, I licked my lower lips and bit it with my teeth. I’m telling you, I can be so turned on if a girl does that to me.