Revenge Wears Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

"Warriors in their own right. We support each other, plan together. It's about taking back our stories, writing the endings ourselves." "Taking back our stories," I echoed, the phrase resonating within me, a call to rise from the ashes of victimhood. "Can you… can we really do that?" Lizzie's nod was solemn, resolute. "Yes, Roanne." She reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, grounding me back to reality. "The Revenge Club operates in the shadows," she began, her tone shedding any remnants of casualness, morphing into something steel-edged and formidable. "We're a collective of souls, bound by shared scars, who channel our pain into retribution."

While she pursed her lips tightly, her entire body was trembling ever so slightly. He was still chuckling when he used his thumb to rub it across her lips strenuously and completely wipe away her red lipstick. Then, he smeared the red lipstick across her face maliciously and took his time to say, “The face, too. Did you put on thick makeup like this when you were with Liam? Wasn’t he disgusted by this?” She remained silent just as before. She stood with a straight back and did nothing as he insulted and humiliated her.

Layer by layer, I rebuilt myself. Foundation to hide the sorrow. Blush to bring back the fire. Red lipstick, the same shade I wore on our first date. Black eyeliner, sharp enough to kill. I curled my hair, letting the voluminous waves fall around my shoulders like a lioness preparing for war. Then I slipped into a crimson body-hugging dress that clung to my curves like sin. One Graham hated. “Too revealing,” he used to say. Tonight, I wanted it to be. I sprayed my signature perfume, five times, no less. Let the scent linger.

Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar. "Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime." I walked towards the car I left there the previous day, slid into the driver's seat and drove back home with a feeling of satisfaction. I was going to finish my revenge, I was goig to end every single person who was involved in the ruination of my life and I was gonna do it in the worst ways possible. ** The Next Day I stood in front of my Target as he approached me. He just came from Australia and I was posing as his driver.

“Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so bad . When she finished speaking , she turned , she was satisfied with the lols that he had on . She wasn’t going to back down , this was just the beginning of her revenge , it was more like the tip of an iceberg.

After hanging up, I collapsed to the floor as if I'd expended 15 years' worth of energy at once. 15 years. I'd waited 15 years for this. Dad, did you know? This lowly insect had finally found a blade fit for its revenge, and it was now about to transform into a vengeful demon.

“Thanks. I didn’t like it when I was younger, but I’ve grown to love it. Now I’m obsessed. Red everything.” I glanced at her silk red blouse and her matching nails. “It’s obvious,” I teased. She leaned in a little, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. “So, it seems you’re the only one immune to Xander’s looks. That’s actually one of the reasons I had to say hi. It’s annoying watching everyone fawn over him like that.” I narrowed my eyes slightly. “You sound jealous.”

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

Cara stood by the wall, staring at the closed door. If it wasn't for the pain she felt from her bruised lip, she'd have thought it was all a dream. Did he just do that on purpose? What a psychopath! No. Psychopath isn't the right word. What a sadist! She began to pace around the room. Was she sure she made the right choice? Yes, she was here for revenge and revenge alone. Not for a crazy, annoying, sexy...