Revenge Wears Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

Their rings that are normally for wax seals are clear as day on her neck. This was a warning, a declaration of war, a war I was going to win. There will be no draining and keeping their body’s, no they will be drained, burnt and quartered and spread to the opposite ends of the world, no coming back from that. The red mist of rage is palatable, the need for revenge was so strong.

A small, cunning smile crossed her blazing red lips as our eyes met. I returned her smile, clutching my purse tightly. “I’m glad you could make it.” She smiled up at me as I approached the table. I chuckled slightly as I extended my hand for a handshake. “You look stunning.” She said, gripping my hand. “You don’t look bad yourself.” I scanned her with my eyes before I took my seat. All black too, mimicking my dressing, only that instead of a dark shade lipstick like mine, she had on a blazing red lipstick, the colour of fresh blood.

Lauren-my wolf — finally said. I ran after the woman, but the farther I moved, the farther she seemed to go. A soft feminine whisper reached me: “Revenge is like fire… invest too much and you will be burned.” “You know nothing,” I said, stopping and staring at the ground. They had hurt me; she had lied to me; he had used me, I screamed in my heart, suddenly she appeared before me — white irises, white brows, white hair, she smiled and they felt heavnly.

It’s going to be fine. I reached into my purse to retouch my lipstick. The dark red color coating my lips smoothly. The man liked the decor, right? Maybe the others will too. Maybe. Maybe? I took in a breath as I retuned the lipstick into my purse. In, out. In, out. In, out. It’s going to be fine. I smiled at my reflection, nodding and turning to the door. And when I stepped out, he grabbed my arm, and turned me to him, his eyes filled with fury. “What the fuck was that?”

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

So be careful. I nod my head, “Yes, copy that.” I put on a lovely, curvy dress that fit well, and then I put a gun in each of my thighs and the pockets of my leather jacket. After painting my lips so red, I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. "It's Red for revenge,"

he walked towards her, making her realise she spoke the words out aloud, his reply confused her even more leaving her frustrated with no answers “Revenge.” “It can turn the most righteous man to the villain, it can ruin lives just like I will ruin yours, darling.”

Simmi's POV " It is unethical... she can come in anytime like this. " I said. " No!! I know, how to stop her." He said. " Are you sure?? "I asked. " Trust me... But we need to be vigilant. She is a dangerous woman. " He said. " Yes, I can see that... Now tell me what shall I wear? " I asked him and he looked through my dresses. " Wear the red evening gown with the long slit. It is a beautiful dress with clean classic cuts, it will look beautiful on you. " He said looking at her.

He asked her. She didn't answered. "Do you remember you slapped me when I kissed you!" He shouted while she got frightened badly. "Yes I do" she replied with crying voice. "Then now I'm going to take revenge on you" For the first time in while she lifted her face up to look at him. "Just watch me in the eyes" he told her. Not even a second passed and he slapped her face down so hard that her jaw even moved and she fell on the floor. Not a scream left her mouth.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.