Scent Of Revenge Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

For them, it maybe cute seeing a husband caring for his wife but for Simran it is not , their relation is not like normal husband and wife . Their relation is complicated and the thread which connect both of them is not marriage but 'His Revenge'! Simran broke the hug and pushed Ansif a little from her and took a two meter distance from him, Ansif composed himself realising what he did just now. "Why did you scream when you are fine?" Hearing his question, Simran was reminded of the paper in her hand which her brother placed before running, she quickly hided it behind her bag and looked Ansif thinking of a good reason for screaming like that "A .. cockroach!"

I know it's dangerous to feel this way especially he's the son of Rector Reyes, the person that killed your family. My hand went to his photo and almost taking it off from the revenge list but my brain started to get it's sense back. I sighed and cursed under my breath for being an idiot. I decided to look at the next target.. Michael Lee He's a Chinese-American but he's so evil. He did a lot of manipulation about his income. ARS would love to deal with him and I can't help but laugh. My dad and I already planned this fun revenge. He might not kill my family but he took all of my dad's money back in the days. My dad was collecting money to buy a house in Texas so we can live a better life bu

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.

He watched the whole replay of actions as he studied the scents. He walked closer to the table Milen sat, and ran his fingers over the surface, and jetted his hand, cutting through the neck of the cobalt figure before him, gritting in anger that is wasn't the real thing. As he stood studying the last actions of Milen, a nostalgic pale yellow dusty smoke goes through him. A female. A familiar leaking scent, intricately woven within the shades of something obscure. "Who is she?" He waved his hands through hers, trying to feel, to remember.

The scent of her—something like vanilla and rain—filled the room, making my head swim. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice coming out as a jagged rasp. She sat up slowly, the silk sliding over her skin with a sound that made my skin itch. "You asked for an heir in exchange for my revenge, right?" She reached for the sleeveless strap of her gown, her fingers trembling just enough to show she wasn't as brave as she looked. She dragged it down, letting the fabric fall away from her shoulder. "I will give you what you want, and you'll grant me my wish."

And it was her who's hiding her wings in front of him. "You mean how did I know?" she asked, chuckling. Seungcheol nodded his head. He was so curious how she can recognize his footsteps. "It's because of your smell." "My smell?" “Yes. You have this cool and refreshing scent. Like a Peppermint Geranium. It's very minty. ” He drew a smile, something that was always absent in front of others, but always present when he's with that little girl. "So, you recognized me through my scent, huh."

My eyes glowed gold as I stared at him, burning with need. “Why is it that every time death gets close and you drop your guard… this scent shows up?” “Let me go…” Reeve breathed, his body trembling. “Tell me now, before I completely lose control,” I growled, pressing him harder against the ground. “Who are you, really? How do you have a scent that can tear my entire world apart?”

Her strength and determination not only surprised him, but it gave him the incentive to reach deep into his inner resources and muster up enough energy to take command of his body. “I noticed a difference in taste today,” he whispered cautiously, “and the amount of the dose was larger. What did you give me?” He jumped back with surprise and disgust when she sprayed a foul smelling liquid on him. “Hey,” he grumbled with surprise. “We have to hide until tonight and our scent must be disguised,” she explained. “They have very acute senses here.” Dao-Ming did her best to disguise her amusement at Shen’s shocked reaction. He lifted his forearm to his nose to identify the pungently foul odor.

He snatched his mate out of the way as she bulldozed past him, both of them exchanging a mystified look before they darted after her, hand in hand. Dell didn't even here the litany of words that poured from her mouth as she was dragged, lungs first through the store, inhaling deep lungfuls of that scent that had caught her attention at the station. OMEGA MINE OMEGA CLAIM OMEGA she barked out as she ripped the curtain aside and darted down the short hallway, all the while sifting through the different notes of the scent that was assaulting her. Honey and peony and a delicious base note vanilla, all woven together and wrapped up in pure Omega, a scent that called to the most primal part of her

I feel my throat tighten as I open my mouth to blurt out those words. I stare at the necklace wrapped around my neck…the very one Xavier had bought me as a gift on my twenty sixth birthday. Memories of me and Xavier come flooding in my head. It appears I've been in denial all these while and my Xavier is really getting married to the one person who ruined me….Aurora. My hands finds the necklace on my neck and with the sudden rush of anger, betrayal, and disgust, I yank the jewelry out of my neck tossing it to the floor and let out a loud feral raw scream, my veins bulging from my neck. Yes I can feel it.