Revenge X Storm Real Vs Fake Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I just came here to relax for Christmas, and you’re calling me a mistress?! Do you have any shame? Don’t you know how I’ve treated you all these years?!” Thomas exploded like a lit fuse. “I organized debauchery? You burned down my company and still dare to slander me. You deserve to die!” With a fierce look, he rushed at me with his fist raised. I sidestepped swiftly and struck him hard across the face. The crisp sound echoed as a red handprint appeared instantly. “I’m just telling the truth. What are you going to do about it?” I took the envelope from my pocket and waved it in front of everyone.

“You need a revenge rebound to make that asshole suffer. That’s what you need.” “Yes,” Teagan hollered, lifting her shot glass full of orange juice and then belting back a swallow. “Preach it, sister. You need to hit him right in the pride, HayHay. Make him bleed jealousy.” “Yeah,” Lucy cheered. “We should totally find you someone sexy to shove in his face and say, ha, look at me now, bitch. Someone amazing, and sexy, and witty, and sexy, and…” Across the table from me, Lucy frowned in confusion. “Have I said sexy yet?”

he said, his voice a low, "Regardless of you trying to take your company back, the most important part of it all is to live while getting it." I stopped laughing and listened to him."Revenge can easily consume you," he continued, his hand slowly rubbing my back. "It can turn your heart cold until you forget what it means to actually be happy. You can get your company back, and you can destroy Marco but if you do not stop to breathe, if you do not live your life along the way... then the revenge has already destroyed you." He looked away from me for a brief second, staring out the window toward the ocean. "I know how it feels not to live," he muttered quietly, almost like he was talking to hi

Amanda whispered in his ear again, making William almost stop his heart. It is true that love is struck by lightning. He has already met the love of his life. Definitely take this opportunity. “Do you have a user yet?” William turned to look at Amanda and asked. His face makeup was extremely light, his smooth black hair fell down almost touching his shoulder, so beautiful. " Vera told me that I can still use the user in London to log in." "Yes, let me see."

“If his ex-wife were alive, I’d help her in a heartbeat. That devil deserves to lose everything he’s stolen.” “Did you know his ex-wife?” Elowen asked, keeping her tone light, almost casual. “No,” Aurelia admitted, her frustration evident. “But from what I’ve heard, she was sweet and innocent. The kind of woman who didn’t stand a chance against someone like him.” Elowen’s lips pressed into a thin line, her thoughts swirling. Sweet? Innocent? Her gaze darkened ever so slightly. That version of me is long gone. If only you knew who I really am, Aurelia. If only you knew I’m here for revenge.

The car purred to life, and we pulled away from the estate, leaving the chaos and humiliation behind. In the backseat, I stared out the window, the city lights blurring as we sped through the streets. I should have felt relieved to be away from it all, but instead, I felt… unsettled. “Do you know the best way to get revenge on someone like him?” Dominic’s voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to him, blinking. “What?” He leaned back in his seat, his smirk playful yet calculating. “Alias. Do you know the best way to make him regret every single thing he did to you?”

"Didn't you hear her and Trent used to just fake date or something? To get back at her ex, Damien? This can't be real." "So messed up!" another voice piped up. "Using someone like that..." I felt my face flush hotly as the voices swirled around me. "She's probably still doing it, you know. She'll ditch his ass the second she's bored with her little revenge scheme against her ex. Poor, dumb bastard." That was it - the final insult that snapped the last thread of my restraint. Whirling on my heel, I fixed the speaker with my fiercest glare, taking pleasure in the way she recoiled back.

She looked him in the eyes, her breath heavy and shallow and smelling like alcohol. “Why did you cheat?” she cried, and Revan realized she had mistaken him for Gael. He sighed, set the glass of water down, and held her wrists to remove her hands from his shirt. “I’m not Gael,” he said, “And don’t do anything you’ll regret tomorrow.” Citrine blinked one after the other, realizing it wasn’t Gael but Revan; was she dreaming? Why was that jerk in front of her? “Revenge,” she muttered, and Revan couldn’t help but frown; he was about to drag her back to his room when Citrine pushed him to the countertop. She looked around before placing both of her hands against the surface, leaning forward, and c

• CALEB • Oh they wanted to play games? Perfect. Because suddenly I was in the mood to become the biggest problem in both their immortal lives. Stormy practically purred inside my head the moment we walked away from the courtyard. “Finally. You’re learning.” “I’m not doing this for revenge.” “You literally look like revenge wrapped in pretty skin right now.” Fair enough. I was annoyed. No.