Romans & histoires Scent Of Revenge Chinese Drama

Well it's obvious she has everything figured out with the way she's explaining the process while looking into space like she's picturing everything. It's a good start but left to me, I will go all out by crippling him, blinding him or cutting off his dick or even the combination of the three but I guess it's her revenge and she can do whatever pleases her. "That I can do, by the time I am done with him, he will regret everything he did to you. I promise." I am very good at carrying out revenge plans. "Thanks Nicole, I am so happy to have you. You have made my stay here very easy, convenient and less pathetic." She pulled me in for a hug.

“...she smelt of several scents. A vanilla one, yours obviously but...it was a singed, burnt kind of sweetness that was freshest.” My gut churned. I knew the scent he meant. The one I had caught on her the first full moon. How many different men does she run to for comfort when the tears start to fall? Reu watched my expression harden, my jaw clenching to the point where it started to hurt and began to panic. “It might be nothing at all, I know none of our guys have that scent, maybe one of the girls or servants has hugged her-” “You don’t have to invent excuses for her Reu. You only pick up the scent of someone else on your hair and skin if you’re very, very close,” my voice dropping lower

The scent was powerful, commanding, yet inexplicably soothing—a blend of the wild and the ethereal, both enticing and intimidating. Damien’s nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, his expression shifting from one of triumph to unease. Caleb, too, was captivated by the aroma, though it stirred something deeper in him—a memory, a connection that he couldn’t quite grasp but felt profound at the same time he was gaining energy. The scents make him heal slowly and carefully.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

Ralph’s manly scent infiltered my nostrils, he was using the shame scent he did two years ago, something that reminded me of sandalwood and pistachios— A surge of shock coursed through me, causing my eyes to widen. What was the point of investigating if he had chosen the same scent as before? After all, he was the one responsible for the unforgivable act of extinguishing my family, and callously snuffing out the lives of countless others without a hint of remorse. How could I possibly shrug off the agony and deep humiliation he had inflicted upon me? And what would become of Scarlett? As these thoughts swirled within me, my chest constricted, making it increasingly difficult to draw a breath

It was a scent that although she hadn't perceived in days due to locking herself indoors, she had come to know very well. It was Gia's scent. And she seemed to be in danger. Without a second thought, she turned back and sprinted in the direction the scent was coming from. The closer she got, the thicker and more prominent the scent of blood got. The whole air was filled with bloodlust and the scent of death.

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

"after what just happened, hell no!" "They are already calling you. There is no time. We are actors, let's act together one last time and I will never bother you again." he told her. She looked at him, fury boiling in her. He was right, there was no time to get someone to walk her down the aisle anymore. She put on a smile and took his hand. The doors opened and they marched down the aisle together. He gave her hand to Gabriel when they got there. And that had been the last time they saw each other.

I called her name out loudly, but she didn’t hear. I waded through the crowd to catch her. I chased her through the road. She was heading for the Moon Chamber. I was only meters away from her. I won’t lose her again. A large patch of trees was before the Moon Chamber, with leaves all turned yellow, falling in the air. The she-wolf stopped before a tree, looking above. She was wearing a white coat and a scarlet scarf. Her hair was not pinned, cascading naturally over her shoulder. I wanted to greet her. But was reluctant to disturb her.