Revenge Wears Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

Who had lost loved ones to these monsters and wanted revenge but didn’t have the skills to make it happen. That’s where we came in. I glanced back at the house, at the family still wrapped in each other’s arms, crying, whispering words of love and relief. This was just the beginning. •───⋅☾ ☽⋅───• I slipped into my best red dress, the fabric hugging my curves in all the right places. The slit rode high on my thigh, just enough to tease, and the neckline was the perfect mix of classy and sinful. One last coat of deep crimson lipstick, and I stepped back, admiring my reflection in the mirror.

That’s when I realized it might be something, but whatever it is, tonight, it seems like it just might ignite into a fireball. I clear my throat. “Well, I better get ready to head home. We have a big day ahead of us.” “Yes, we do. I’ll walk you to your car, my lady, " he said with a hint of sultriness. **** The next evening was memorable for all who attended, especially me. Tonight was about revenge. Showtime was only minutes away! I looked at the body-length mirror. I wore a red fitted gown with a scooped-low neckline, offering a compelling view of my cleavage and six-inch red stilettos. My long, silky blonde hair was swept to one side. The only thing that was missing was my frosting. “Wher

"Darling, every dress you wear doesn't just cause traffic. It causes earthquakes." My mouth twitched. Almost a smile. "Tomorrow evening." "Tomorrow—that's impos—" "You've done impossible before." Silence. Then he laughed. "What's the occasion?" "Revenge." Longer silence. "Say no more. I'll have something ready." Next evening. My penthouse. The dress hung on the rack. Wine-red. Deep. Dark. Like blood that's been sitting. It clung everywhere. Dipped low in front. Slit up the thigh—almost to my hip.

Violet chimed in, then she suggested, "Why don't I ask Carla to bring you some new clothes? There's a cheap costume shop downtown. I heard they have stocks left for this year's Halloween." Wane and Violet giggled annoyingly, their laughter like nails on a chalkboard. Charity felt her blood boil, hot rage surging through her veins. Her hands trembled at her sides, and she had to physically clench them to keep from doing something she'd regret. The urge to wipe that smug smile off Violet's face was almost overwhelming. Still, she kept her composure. Years of training, years of being in the public eye, had taught her that. She lifted her chin and met their mocking gazes with icy calm.

With his ex. “How desperate can you be?” she asks, opening her clutch and retrieving a tube of lipstick. “You have no idea where he has been, or who with, but the moment he shows up, you jump into a relationship with him? That, after you were the reason he couldn’t function properly for years? Do you even know why he came looking for you?” I’m sure you’re about to tell me. She touches the lipstick to her lips and then gives me a look. “If I were him, I would be here for revenge.” She presses the tube to her lips as if silencing herself. “Oops, I didn’t say anything.”

She’d been nursing this rage ever since she saw Lila waltz into Enzo’s life like she owned it living in *his* penthouse, wearing *his* shirts, stealing what Sofia had waited years for. Family dinners, stolen glances across tables laden with pasta and wine, those moments when Enzo’s hand brushed hers during holidays… all wasted because of some designer with big eyes and bigger dreams. Tonight, she’d make Lila see she didn’t belong. The small tube of vivid red lipstick in her clutch felt like a loaded gun.

That was all I could count on to remain sane. Shaking my head, I applied the red lipstick and straightened up to give myself a once-over look. I was wearing a short red dress that barely covered my butt and hugged all my curves until there was nothing left to imagine. I pulled at the sleeveless top to keep my boobs covered before smoothening my curled hair and stepping back. “ This looks like a revenge plan. Please tell me it’s not. ” She groaned, standing up and grabbing her mini purse. “ Why do you think that? ” I ran my hands down my sides, fixing the dress on my curves.

She knew about my plans for revenge and gave me her full support. I changed my name to Circe. In Greek mythology, Circe is known for her vengeance against those who wrong or disrespect her. She transforms those who cross her into animals, embodying the concept of punishment and retribution. So now, every time someone called my name, I'd remember my mission to seek vengeance. Now, it was time to get close to Charlie and Fiona again. Their wedding was scheduled for two weeks from now, and Asher had learned they'd be trying on wedding attire today.

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

But now, that charm flitting in the wind seemed to slap me in the face. I ripped the good luck charm off the plant and lit it on fire before tossing it into the drain. "Mr. Leeds, when are you going to pay us the 300 dollars in compensation?" A familiar voice rang out from behind me. I turned and saw Yves, flanked by a group of workers, walking toward me like he was the king of the world. Steve shouted, "Yeah! How much money have you greedily made off of us over the years? Now, you can't even compensate us? What a dirty, rotten businessman you are!"