Sinful Nights Of My Revenge Novels & Stories

That single, open, mocking dark eye looking right over Damien's broad shoulder, pinning Marcus to the spot like a specimen in a jar. She was trying to kill him. She was systematically, deliberately draining the blood right out of his veins just to see how long it took for him to drop dead on the corporate carpet. He shoved past the glass double doors of the west wing, his breathing coming in these shallow, ragged stabs that tasted like stale coffee and pure, unadulterated acid. He couldn't go back to his own office. He couldn't sit at his desk and pretend to look at spreadsheets while Sophia’s name kept flashing on his phone screen like an incoming mortar shell.

“She’s just a maid. I noticed I couldn’t really kill you because of Sinclair so I resorted to being close to you so I would be your friend. I used that idea to get close to you and make you see me as a friend. I earned your trust so you would leave your children with me so that I could enact my revenge on you. “Revenge for stealing my man and here we are, still about to end this charade. Either way, I am glad that everything has happened this way because I’ll show you who truly holds the cards.” “All of this so you could steal children you could never make,” I scoffed. “You really are pathetic.” “If I kill them, maybe you’ll stop with the insults.”

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.

Sluts in shining armor, "I laughed before hanging up. Staying to see the look of anger and irritation on his face was tempting but something told me I wouldn't get this lucky again. I spotted spray paint next to one of the cars and picked it up ,after doing the nozzle, I went back to work painting the windscreen of his car with a strong clear message. " Now you are fucked up. " He was the worlds greatest bastard and he deserved this for mess6ing with me. It sounded like fun. A Stepping back, I let the hint of a smile curve on my lips as I admired my work. * * * We walked into the Ozin, a modern plush club with beige carpeting inside and magnificent doors tinged with a subtle shade of gold

raw, unfiltered lust. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.' Her words hit me like a shot of whiskey, burning straight to my core. Sandra. The stripper from the seedy clubs down on 5th Avenue, the one who wrapped her sins in lace and leather, coming to me week after week like clockwork. At first, I thought it was genuine remorse, a soul seeking redemption amid the neon lights and grinding hips of her world. But as the months dragged on, her confessions turned into something else entirely, a slow, deliberate seduction that chipped away at the walls I'd built around my celibate heart.

According to the guards, she often woke up screaming in the middle of the night. She would call out my name over and over, begging for forgiveness that would never come. "I'm sorry, Aria! I didn't mean for you to die! Please forgive me!" But her cries echoed only off cold prison walls. Back at the foundation ceremony, Ethan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean. The setting sun painted the water gold and orange, creating a beautiful backdrop for this moment of triumph. He raised his champagne glass toward the endless horizon, a peaceful smile on his face.

I whispered into the darkness of the room, the words a silent vow I would renew every single morning for the rest of my life. ​I wasn't a good man. I was under no illusions about my soul. The things I had done in London, the blood I had spilled on that white quartz floor, the lives I had systematically ruined to build this sanctuary—they were sins that would follow me to the grave and beyond. I was a man of shadows, a creature of the very world I had just destroyed. But as I held the woman who had learned to bite back, the woman who had looked into the abyss and told it to blink, I knew with a chilling certainty that I would do it all again.

Because she wanted every piece of the sin he gave her. When it was over, he stood. Cleaned himself up. And left her on the couch, thighs wet, cunt sore, body ruined. There was a note on the pillow by the time she pulled herself together. Last night never happened. But she knew it did. And she’d be back. Because dirty desire doesn’t end when the night does. It just begins.

I struggled to stand, but he pulled me roughly, everywhere battered and bruised even more by the edges of the stairs. He opened the basement. It was filled with cobwebs and dust, and like a rag doll, he flung me into it, my back hitting the wall. I threw up blood into the floor, my chest heaving, everywhere in my body numbed with the pain. "You will stay here till you fucking take that back! Till you grovel and beg at my feet! Till you admit to be a worthless sinner and repent. Before that, you will stay here, without food or water. If you prove to be stubborn, I will kill you myself. With my bare hands."

Niova tried to tell her about the upcoming consequences without being harsh on her. At that moment, Aniya felt so guilty and remorseful that she lost the strength of even looking into her own eyes. What was she even thinking last night? And how sinful last night was, the light of this day had cleared for her. She was trying to have something which already belonged to someone else. How pathetic and filthy she had turned? How could she even think like this? But then why didn't it feel like a sin to her last night? Just why? Aniya broke down into tears and it glistened up Niova's eyes. She pulled Aniya into a tight hug and started caressing her back.