Novel & Cerita Story About Revenge

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

“You wanted revenge just as much as I did, Kaira. Don’t act like I manipulated you into it!” “At least you’re finally being honest,” she snarled. “Yes, I wanted revenge. My hatred blinded me. But you’re worse than I could have ever imagined. You’re a monster!” “Your family isn’t innocent, Kaira,” he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. “You think they’re saints, but you don’t know the truth!” “At least they don’t go around killing people!” she shot back, her anger boiling over. Sebastian drew in a sharp breath, forcing himself to remain calm. “We’re not doing this here. Let’s go home and talk,” he said, grabbing her arm as she tried to move away.

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

“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

A servant stood at the door and whispered, "madam, sir, said you should take care of Miss Sabrina..." A LITTLE AUTHOR NOTE Dear Readers, I know this story can be painful to read right now. Liliana is suffering, enduring heartbreak, injustice, and losses that may make you angry, frustrated, and even want to give up on this book. But I promise you, her pain is not meaningless. Some revenge stories burn hot and fast. This one is different. Revenge is a dish served cold, and Liliana's revenge will be worth the wait. Every tear, every humiliation, and every moment of suffering is building toward something unforgettable.

And that had been the last time they saw each other. PRESENT DAY "I am really sorry about what happened that day Elsa. I was just a silly teenager with a silly crush." Asher apologized. "It's okay, I should never have hit you either. When I took you from your father, I promised you no one would ever hit you again and yet I was the one who did it." "its okay, at least I deserved it. I shouldn't have done that." "Truce?" she stretched out her hand. He took it, "truce" he agreed.

he asked once more, his eyes glaring daggers at me. “Yes dad, I had to do it, that was the only way for me to get enough money to get revenge on your behalf. For fucks sake, I thought you were all dead, I spent five years planning my revenge on king Dominic, I kept enough money to get revenge for my family and when I saw an opportunity to come into his Castle, I took it without a second thought because I wanted to have my revenge. How on earth am I supposed to know that you were all alive, why didn’t you search for me?” I asked him, forcing out a few drops of tears to make my story sell. My mom and my sister came forward and hugged me right, rubbing circles around my back.

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.

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.