Novel & Cerita Sophias Revenge

“I wasn’t hiding, Vanessa. I thought you’d appreciate my transparency.” Vanessa pulled out a chair and sat, her movements are sharp, and it's deliberate. “Cut the crap, Sophia. We both know you’re playing some game. Showing up out of nowhere, pretending to care about Julian and his business—what’s your endgame? Or should I say, your revenge plan?!” Sophia placed her spoon down delicately, her expression is now serene. “Revenge? That’s a big word, Vanessa. Why would I need revenge when Julian’s doing such a fantastic job ruining his life on his own?”

I had a mission to uphold, and as much as our bond was tugging due to our distance, I had to keep focused. My hand gently presses against my bedroom door to find Laura asleep in my bed. A strange sensation washes over my chest, sharp but bright. I study her sleeping face and steady breath. I wish for nothing more than to crawl in beside her and wrap her up in my arms, but I’m a mess. I stare down at the dirt and blood on my body, silently draw the door shut, and walk towards the guest shower. I scrub every inch of my body three times. I don’t want any of their scents lingering on my skin. Laura shouldn’t have to endure that possibility. Because she was sent for her revenge and she has all th

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

High School Revenge By Heartcode Chapter 3 "I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about that new intake" Mrs Morgan aka known as the prophetess said. "What bad feeling? She's just a new intake for the final year class." "She's bad news. I can perceive the aura round her. It's evil. She reeks of misfortune, revenge and pain." "Oh, Mrs Morgan! Are you doing that your prophecy thing again? How many times will we remind you that you are not a prophetess."

What a waste of my time! Magnolia's face turned cold. Then, she let out a sharp laugh. "So that's what you really feel about all this?" The temperature around them seemed to drop. Quinton’s face went pale, and he fell silent in fear. But it was already too late. Magnolia had already pulled out a scalpel and slashed Quinton's waist in one swift motion. He stared at the wound, blood pouring out, disbelief written all over his face. Only then did the pain seem to register as his scream echoed through the hospital.

It was also my birthday, but no one remembered it. Marco and the others left and locked the door. The basement was plunged into darkness. Only my corpse silently lay there, but my soul could see everything. I saw the hidden camera flashing red in the ventilation duct. It was recording everything, transmitting it to the cloud storage I had preset. The password was 0713—the day I met Calvin Simmon. How ridiculous. Even my password in this act of revenge was related to him. What was even more ridiculous was that my soul drifted into the banquet hall, where I saw Calvin in a black suit standing beside Susan, looking at her tenderly. My sister, the person who killed me, was wearing a white dress

“First of Diane and Reign just shut up if you want to have a roof over your heads.” Then he looked at her with cold, disgusted eyes .“You’ve embarrassed this family for the last time, once with one of my wealthy friends. Mr. Thompson. Now this?” “That wasn’t me!” Brooke said, almost begging. “It was Harper. She wore my clothes, she sent—” “Stop lying!” he roared. “You’ve always been a problem. Always craving attention.” Diane tried to speak again, but he silenced her with one look. “River and I have been talking to weeks. His biggest regret was marrying you but unfortunately we had to do it at the time, now Harper is back and ready to take what is rightfully hers. She is Mrs. Gray’’

--- The Struggle Within As the plan for the strike on the rival gang took shape, Sophia found herself alone in their private quarters, the weight of the decision pressing down on her. She had chosen a path of blood and vengeance—just like Rafael. But the question remained: Was she willing to sacrifice the last remnants of her humanity to fully embrace the woman she had become?

Sasha related soothingly. Sophia broke into tears at once. “All because of them, Sophia!! And you wanna give up so easily?” Sasha asked with emotions. “Give up? Who says I'm giving up?” Sophia chuckled, wiping off her tears. “And that's why I'm here, Sophia. I will help you get that revenge in your heart,” Sasha offered as she took her stand beside her. Sophia stared at her for a while. “I know where they are,” Sasha revealed with a smirk and Sophia looked at her in utter disbelief.