Revenge X Storm Real Vs Fake Mga Nobela at Kwento

Bruce asked further " I thought you said you were pure!" Shaw stressed " Fine! Am not! Am harbouring a revenge in me!" Jasper spilled out angrily " Revenge!" Bruce muttered "Revenge for what? Why?" Shaw added "My sister was raped and killed by my close friends and I have to avenge her death!" Jasper raised his voice angrily " Urn" Bruce and shaw was shocked as they felt annoyed instantly "That's why your eyes were red!" Shaw added " What do you mean?" Jasper asked curiously

The motion is fluid and automated, like he's done this multiple times. His eyes move to my lips and linger. Then he looks up and our eyes meet. “You asked what my real payment was, I hope you have your answer now.” I let go of his collar and slam my fists into his chest hard. “Fuck you, Vincent Halstead.” “Ow, that hurt,” he says pointedly, rubbing the spots I had hit. “Rage is good, princess, you need it more than ever. Channel it into ruining you darling husband. Don't you want revenge?”

Greedy. He stole my father’s idea and ordered my parents’ deaths. I hate him. And everything that revolves around him. I wanted to kill him. I still do. But my uncle told me that the best way to hurt someone is to take revenge on their loved one. Xander Black is the apple of his father’s eye—his weakness. And the key to destroying him.

"Everything would've panned out right, Bel. It worked in my favour. I didn't want you to be around when I met Adrian." "That's the thing. I'm not meant to be a tool in your plan. It should be 'our' plan. You didn't even tell me Diavolo was there." "He was. Far across the hall, amongst the VIPs." Inhaling deeply, I pushed back my anger, a hollow feeling that I was now familiar with, taking over me. Being tossed around in this revenge game was becoming exhausting yet I had no choice. There was no use hashing it out. "Okay. Let's forget about what you did." I dismissed, turning to address the newest information.

He whispers, “Please stay with me tonight.” “I am not going anywhere,” I promise. As Louis drifts against me, exhausted, I glance at my open bag where my phone lies glowing with half-written messages and dangerous threads waiting to be pulled. The storm I unleashed is still out there, gathering momentum. I take a long, shaking breath. At this moment, my revenge feels childish, reckless. At this moment, all I want is for Louis to breathe without pain. But storms do not stop simply because you regret calling the wind.

"It's time to face our demons and make them pay for every tear we shed because of them." At that moment, determination burns stronger than ever. The night of the banquet approaches, and I am ready to confront Derya Arslan and the Arslan family, to expose their true nature, and to put an end to the oppression we have suffered for so long. Revenge is about to be fulfilled, and there will be no mercy for those who have hurt us. Justice will be served, and I will be the instrument that will carry it out. Enise approaches me and embraces me tightly, and I reciprocate the gesture, gently stroking her back. I can feel her gratitude and affection in that hug, and her words deeply move me.

Roman shook his shoulders like that would be absolutely no effort on his side. "Look," Roman leaned in so close I felt my back pressed against the wall while he placed his hands on the wall I leaned on, close to me, so close I felt his breath on my face. "We might hate each other right now, but we do have similar interests. We are both desperate to get back at the Damaris. Could it be that hard for us to put away our differences and just work together to kick these arrogant lots in the ass?" I looked up at him, my breath heavy, my lip ajar. "You think I can help you stop Lucien from destroying Lotus-tale's park?"

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’

except this version was smiling, and somehow that looked far more terrifying than rage. Real Riven immediately moved in front of Lena. His entire body became a shield. “Stay behind me.” Lena stared at the creatures. “That one has my face.” Riven’s fake version tilted its head. “And hers has your weakness.” Lena’s stomach dropped, the fake Lena laughed mockingly “You always fall for broken things.” Real Lena flinched. Riven noticed. His voice lowered. “Don’t listen.” Fake Riven smirked. “That’s funny coming from you.”

Revenge was a dish best served cold. Camilla didn’t agree. Revenge was a dish best served in the church with a fake pregnant test result and an astounding slap. To celebrate her successfully executed revenge, she was on a shopping spree today. The clothes she didn’t get the day Vanya interrupted her, she would get them today.