Revice Novels & Stories

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To dismiss the thought, I shook my head several times and then I edged closer to the door. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else. Slowly, I reached up to slip in my hearing aid because I was desperate to catch every word. I needed to know. I needed to hear it clearly! “You know I’ve missed you,” Gabriel’s voice was low and it was so different from the way he talked to me yesterday. “You’re the only one who’s ever understood me, sweetheart,” he added. And at that moment, I pushed the door open just enough to see inside, and my stomach twisted as my worst fears were confirmed. Gabriel was on the bed, his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and his body was pressed against…I

You have to meet someone about it. The door opened and a tall, attractive woman entered before she could ask him any more questions. Her long, dark hair in a slick ponytail, her keen features, and her eyes, which gleamed with intelligence and something more sinister, commanded attention. With a familiarity that made Isabella's stomach turn, her eyes darted to her and then back to Xander. The woman held out a hand to Isabella and murmured, "Vivian Royce," in a silky voice. "You must be Mrs. Blackwood's replacement. A joy.

Evelyn I arrive at my uncle’s house at exactly noon. Since last night, my head’s been a mess—mostly filled with thoughts of Xander. Screw him. I hate him, and I hate the way he made me feel. Thank God things didn’t escalate on that balcony. It’s a good thing he walked away when he did. My uncle had demanded my presence today to restructure our initial plan. The goal remains the same—revenge. “Yooo, Señorita. Looking good as always… hmm, that ass though,” Felix whistles as I walk past him. He’s working on a motorcycle, all grease and grins.

“George will die. And Barry? Barry will, like, combust. I should get a camera. This is going to be so good.” “Focus,” I said, keeping my tone flat enough to slice through her giddiness. “This isn’t about theatrics. It’s about building a case. You need to keep every message, every voicemail. No deleting. And don’t warn them—you want them comfortable enough to say something incriminating.” Her grin was almost unhinged. “Oh, I can do that. I’m amazing at pretending everything’s fine when I’m secretly plotting revenge. I once made my roommate think I was over her stealing my moisturizer, and then I—”

"I must say, your explanation was quite persuasive. However, my interest in this company has always been purely financial. I do not believe I can maintain it effectively." He shifted slightly in his seat. "Since you are ready to return, you may reclaim ownership." For the first time that day, Luis smiled without forcing it. "I truly appreciate your cooperation, Mr. Bennett." Mr. Bennett gave a polite nod. "Of course." Then came the moment Luis disliked most. "That said, you understand that the repurchase will require a substantial payment." His smile began to slip.