Revenge Wears Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

Kambiri replied with a low voice. "So sorry about that, I know how it feels nothing can ever replace blood, but at least you have us now, stand tall again like a man, together we will rule Vanguard and set ourselves free from bondage" Bella encouraged him. "Revenge is always better, never wanted to rule the Vanguard city, just hoping to get my mother's and father's death revenged, in fact getting revenge for the death of my family," Kambiri said to her. "Who killed them?" Bella asked.

I was getting very defensive even with little things and my friends saw it as an opportunity to keep getting on my last nerve. “Have you taken your property?” I sneered, inching forward. “No, I'll just take it.” He replied and fumbled the items in my bag, retrieving his headset. “Okay, bro. We'll probably see later.” He said, patting my shoulder. I sighed as he left, my palms tightened around the lipstick and I lifted it to my face to examine it. Maybe, I'd be able to try to remember how it got to my bag. A red lipstick.

Lila stood in front of the mirror, staring at a woman she barely recognized. She didn't want anyone to dress her up today, she was doing it by herself. Her lipstick was a deep, aggressive red, the kind of color that said she didn’t care if she bled, as long as she won.

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

"Oh yes, but your lips are red like her lipstick, Anthony." Shit! She was too thorough in this matter. Before I could defend myself, Anthony chimed in first. "How many lipstick products are circulating in this country? You can't accuse one person of only wearing one color. Meanwhile, you have many colors. And my lips are red because a woman thanked me for something, that's it. Good evening, Mrs. Anthony, don't thinking too much."

She was full of smiles and it seemed at that moment, the picture was taken on the most happiest day of her life. Her picture was carefully positioned above others with everything else leading back to her. On the top of it all was the word: REVENGE. Vespera stared for a minute and raised, her hand, touching Lorna's face. Her gaze darkened and her face turned pale. "I have been playing low for weeks now, Lorna. I can't be patient anymore. It's time to unleash what I am made of. I have to find who hated you this much to your point of death and I need to make them suffer." These words dropped like poison as her eyes moved from one person to the other in anger.

The lack of remorse expressed on their faces for what they had done had a stark contrast to the burning anger in my chest. “You know,” Red began, his voice smooth and mocking, “I’ve really missed Lily. She was such a good girl. Really good at what she did. My men always came back for her back then.” His gaze was locked with mine, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent glint. It was as if he took perverse pleasure in seeing me struggle with my emotions. The mention of Lily, reduced to just another conquest in Red’s twisted world, made my blood boil. I could feel my anger mounting, an uncontrollable force ready to erupt.

This would definitely bring back some old memories. I still felt unsatisfied, knowing Rei would never understand my true intentions. But I couldn't leave without leaving a message for her, a small reminder that I was once in her space and touching her belongings. I returned to her dresser and looked through the minimal makeup she had displayed. This woman seemed blessed with natural beauty, as she only had mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick on her dresser. Where was her foundation? My eyes landed on a bold red lipstick that appeared well-used. This must have been her favorite shade. Perfect. It would be the one I would ruin as my final act in her room.

To make him regret tossing her away like she was nothing. She threw open the box of clothes and picked up the sexiest thing she could find. It was red dress that screamed revenge. The thigh high slit that flattered her creamy thighs. The sneaky cleavage that would tease any eye. The back of the dress was bare until it was only an inch to her ass crack. She put her head in a high bun, showings off the delicate sensitive crook of her neck. She put a bright red lipstick on her lips. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, smacking her lips in satisfaction.