Shemale Revenge Novels & Stories

he said patiently. He let his claws out and tore the back of her fabric till her lower back. Ann froze in fear, “what are you trying to do” she whispered in a low tone. “Get that useless thought off your head you filthy thing, I wonder if Kael didn't punish you enough” he hissed in annoyance. The harsh sounds of whips echoed throughout the room with her screams. This time around there was no breathing space for her, each whip landing immediately after the other. Her back was on fire but she didn't bleed, it was as if the whip was aiming for her bone without piercing her back, even though her previous wounds were healing.

As he lay down on the ground, he couldn't do anything against her strength, all he could do was to defend himself and parry from her sharp claws and fangs. "I'll never forget what she did, not only she didn't respect us, but she even went so far as to hurt her own father just for an outsider, who's no longer in this world! She's so heartless, so ungrateful! I think she's just making excuses because she wants to take revenge on us." Shirley's words were filled with rage after recounting what happened. Every time she remembered how she felt scared earlier, she got even angrier. It was only the first time she was intimidated by Shamia like that, and for her, it trampled her dignity as her mothe

Giving a small bow again he hurried off into the dead night Shelia’s POV Looking at the ruby pendant for the hundredth time,I couldn't decipher on what was so special about it,my long blond hair was packed in a messy bun as my silver eyes reflected the moon, my eyes as I was told by Damien was the mirror reflecting the heart,and I had a good heart and a clear eyes…not anymore,it was full of anger and desperation,sorrow and unfiltered raw courage my room was on one of the top floors of the castle, grabbing my sword I shifted a few feet back as I looked up at the moon ‘1…2…3’ I murmured as I immediately jumped the building making a huge thud on the floor, I had too much to do than look pretty

Having a woman like herself gang raped was mean enough but having it recorded is pure inhumanity. Jeniva Manor is a devil. What is she waiting for then, she needs to begin her revenge, for her parents and for Isabella Manor. It has to begin immediately. “I will help you get revenge, this is my promise to you…” Lan blurted.

Not to laugh, but to stop himself from having thoughts of breaking Jeonghan's hand that was playfully caressing Celine's shoulder. Celine thought everything will be okay if she would just shut her mouth. Like a displayed doll, she is willing to play along with Jeonghan and Joshua. But action speaks louder than thoughts. Her hands were trembling in front of their guests, and at the back of her head, she thought of backing out. 'I can't do it!' she begged while slowly hiding her icy cold hands behind her back. However, she must stay strong. For this is just the beginning of her revenge. More will come with Seungcheol, Joshua and Jeonghan by her side. If the three heirs are here, she can act a

But the way her body had answered anyway, the way sensation had drowned out fear for brief, terrible seconds. Not the fear. Not the cruelty. Not the powerlessness. But the intensity… the unbearable need… the relief of each release he tore from her… Shame slammed into her so hard the breath punched from her lungs. It felt like falling through a trapdoor inside herself and landing in something ugly she hadn’t known was there. “No,” she whispered, voice cracking. “No, no, no—”

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

She drops the glass, grabs the bottle, and the next words hit her hard. “And turned you into a cheap whore for his son!” “Fuck!” She cries, changes her mind as she swings from the bottle instead. “Fuck Roy! Fuck Clyde! Fuck you too!” The doorbell startles her. Sheryl jolts, half-drunk, not expecting Roy by this time. She wipes the alcohol leaking down the side of her lips, drops the empty bottle on the bar, and drags her feet out of her room. “Oh…” She stops by the door, mind remembering the divorce papers. If Roy sees it, her plans for revenge are ruined.

Lisbeth instinctively turned her face, hiding the scars on her right cheek. She was used to it, really. But in this moment, she felt inexplicably inferior, as if her scars were sullying Sebastian's gaze. "Tomorrow, dress beautifully," Sebastian said. "I want you to see them take back every word they said." Lisbeth didn't understand. But the next morning, Noah arrived with a new outfit and a makeup artist—a renowned master whom Lisbeth could never afford. "Ms. Whitaker, you're beautiful. There's no need for insecurity. Leave it to me," the makeup artist said with a smile. She had magical hands that could transform anything.

We both smiled at each other, taken back to the day we all met for the first time officially. This was the last thing we needed. The last thing to fit in the puzzle and solve everything. I got what my father wanted for the world to know. This is it. I did it. We all did it. I, Layla Smith, can proudly say that this is the day when my revenge is completed. Xx__xX