Sinful Nights Of My Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I trusted you, and you betrayed me. And worse, you betrayed your own flesh and blood." I hung my head in shame, unable to meet his gaze. After a long pause, Matt spoke again. "You know what? I can't deal with this right now. You can go. But if you ever come near me or my family again, I will not hesitate to use my resources to ensure that you suffer the consequences of your actions." With that, he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my shame. I knew I had messed up badly. I had betrayed Matt's trust and sold my own daughter for a meager sum. The guilt and remorse weighed heavily on my heart as I left the mansion, feeling like a complete failure.

Vanya sniffled and began to cry on her mother’s frail shoulder, “If I told you about this, you’ll be against it. I’m really sorry, Mom…” ‌ “Shhh… it’s okay, sweetheart,” responded Henriella without any judgment. She lifted Vanya’s teary face up facing her and said, “I don’t blame you for having such a bad sentiment toward the person who made your Dad suffer, but revenge is not the way. You know, two wrongs don’t make a right, remember?” ‌ “I regret what I did, Mom…” sobbed Vanya. “I’ll make it right by giving the money I get from selling the important document back to Kevin.”

It was now my turn to give them sleepless nights and make them repay every love I've paid to them but I would make sure they repaid with blood, tears, groans, scars and sweat. Behold! Jasmine's revenge.

"I wanna create all the beautiful sin with you. Tonight I won't Spare you." Grant me another trauma, Take my soul away. Next will be updated soon but kindly leave your comments. I will appreciate it!

Aziel I looked at the peacefully sleeping girl by my side. She was snoring a little and looked so pure and innocent in her sleep. I still didn’t know if I could trust how innocent she looked since she was their daughter after all. The criminals that were masquerading as socialites. I didn’t think that the bruise was just from a fall. I could tell that she was hiding something from me and I wanted to find out what it was not I needed to. When I first met her I couldn’t even recognize her because she was so different from her picture. One thing was for sure that she was so much more beautiful but the photo could not capture the pain and the darkness behind her eyes.

*** Sophia woke up the next morning and found herself in a strange bed and she couldn't remember how she got there. She stood up and found the bed to be stained with blood, and the waist pain was too much. "What happened to me?!" She gasped. Then everything started returning to her. She dropped her head in her palms and wept. As everything reflected back and replayed in her mind, a flood of tears streamed down her cheeks. "Darn it! How can he do this to me? That beast, I must tell my parents about this and he should get ready to rot in jail! I will never forgive him for taking away my pride so cruelly, something I have been able to preserve for years!!"

I can still hear my heart beating fast. He didn't change our position. I can still feel his throbbing dick on my butt. I tried not to move so I won't disturb his sleeping buddy and decided to sleep. Fuck! I know I will be regretting this tomorrow. "Good night, my lady," Peter whispered. I couldn't feel the coldness because of his body. I felt the warmth and found the comforting position I have always wanted. When the morning comes, Peter offered me a ride. I am sore all over my body and god knows what I have been through last night. Peter paid for the things that we used. He bought it just to throw it because he knows it's already dirty.

I'm trapped, and the realization sinks in like a weight on my chest. Sin takes a step closer, his voice lowering to a menacing whisper. "You know, I've spent all these years planning my revenge. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to make you pay for what you did to me. And now it seems that opportunity has presented itself on a silver platter. How delightful." His words send a jolt of fear through my body, and I find myself desperately searching for an escape route but I know I am not getting out of here without giving him what he wants.

Now, I hated him—hated the man who’d shattered my world, who’d pushed me hard enough to lose our child, who’d left me to claw my way through the wreckage of my faded fame. But hate was a fire, and fire could burn both ways. I let him lead me out of the club, his grip firm, my dress clinging to my skin, the night air sharp against my flushed cheeks as we headed to his apartment. I wasn’t here for love. I was here for revenge. Inside his penthouse, the city’s glow filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shadows over sleek furniture and polished floors. Marcus didn’t waste time, his hands on my waist, pulling me against him, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that was all teet

The crotchless panties were a deliberate, humiliating exposure, a constant, cool draft against her most sensitive flesh. “No,” she whispered, the word a fragile thread of defiance. “Not that. Not next to him.” Lucas’s smile was a slow, chilling curve of his lips. He stepped behind her, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. His eyes were dark, fathomless pools of lust and cruelty. “Oh, yes,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr that vibrated through her. “That’s exactly where. He took everything from my mother while she lay alone in her bed. It’s only fitting that I take everything from him while he lies next to you. It’s poetry, tía. Dark, be