Revenge Wears Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

Sitting up, she rushed to her mirror and gazed at her reflection. "I will get my revenge," she whispered to herself, her voice shaking with determination. "I will make them pay for everything they've done." She hurried to the bathroom to start getting ready for the party. She brushed her newly-styled hair and applied subtle makeup, emphasizing her natural beauty. Then she put on the red dress, Daniella had chosen for her. It hugged her curves in all the right places. She slipped on the black heels and fastened the matching black jewelry around her neck and wrists. Finally, she put on the red lipstick, completing her look. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a surge of confidenc

she said I smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "You managed to ruin my marriage, Annie, but there is one thing I am going to promise you, I will make you pay for this, I will make you pay for ruining my marriage," I said, my voice dripping with venom. “I am shaking, so scared” she said with a smile I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You may have won this time, Annie, but I promise you, I will win again. 'Revenge is a dish best served cold,' and I will make sure to serve it to you with a side of humiliation."

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

He said each word with an emphasis that made her face burn. - W-well… – she gasped, closing her hands into fists on the table, to try to control her reactions – What if… What if Liam and Suzan aren't affected? That's what revenge is about, isn't it? - Oh, they will, don't worry. – although her posture as a whole remained unchanged, she could see that dangerous and infuriated gleam in the green eyes – After so many years in this industry, I met many people like them. When they consider someone inferior, they simply cannot bear to see them succeed in any way. Foster and Newton believe they have destroyed it. That whenever you see them you'll feel like you're nothing. But let's show them otherw

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

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 took my iPad with me to my room and I put on my black tank top, black jeans and black leather jacket. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn't help but laugh seeing myself in the mirror. I took my helmet and my leather gloves with me. I walked out from my room and went straight to the basement. I took out my motor bike and smiled happily looking at it. I put on my helmet and started to drive it out from my mansion. I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night.

I threaten, earning a growl from the blond guy watching us with a scowl. “Living like that isn’t anything new for me,” she says calmly. “But don’t worry. I give you my word—what I want most is to get revenge on Oliver. I could never betray my new partner.” She offers her hand to seal the deal, and as a sliver of light filters into the SUV, my eyes narrow when I notice her split lip. “What happened to you here?” I ask, gently taking her chin and inspecting her face. I’m certain she didn’t have that injury a few days ago.

Her attractiveness was appealing to everyone, making other women envious of her. "Wow, gorgeous. Are you in a battle or something?” whispered Raveen when his wife reached downstairs. This man knew that when Lavina wore red lipstick like this, it was a sign that she was being confronted by something. "Not a battle, it's a war" replied Lavina. Raven chuckled. "Okay, what did I miss?" Raveen asked again. Lavina let out a sigh.

We moved in unison, but my mind couldn’t focus on the rhythm. Victor’s proximity was intoxicating. The scent of his cologne, the warmth of his touch—it was overwhelming, He was a piece of art, sculpted to perfection. My eyes drifted to the crisp white collar of his shirt, and that’s when I saw it: a faint red stain. Lipstick. I had no doubt that it was a stain from Isabella’s lipstick. Anger bubbled up inside me, sudden and irrational. This jerk had been out doing hell knows what with that bitch.