Romans & histoires Sweet Revenge Quote

WHITNEY'S POV "You stupid bitch! I never knew you were a witch! You are lucky that you used your evil power to freeze me like a statue if not I would have shot you and you would have been dead by now! You can go ahead to punish me but I swear with my life that I will get you again and when I do, I will not hesitate to kill you!" Sophia spat. I was silent for some seconds as I glared at her.

could he be more discreet? “Is he here? Letty asked. “ I am sorry but I don’t understand what you are talking about . Who was supposed to be here? “Susan said defensively. “Of course, silly. We all heard the screams and the moans. We wouldn’t sleep the whole night with you guys fucking like animals and now I feel like going back to bed. I swear, I hate you for rubbing on our eyes how lonely we are. When did you become such a slut?” Letty asked sarcastically.

It's horrible! “I remember you loved crystals so I ordered the whole place to be changed because I didn't have time yet…” Jethro said proudly but was interrupted by Gemma shouting “I didn't ask that! What do you want from me after all? I have nothing left for you to use, Jethro, you're the one who killed my father, the one who made me this pathetic, and now you're taking pity on me?"

My boy's wicked mind runs faster than Usain Bolt. " You monster!" she screams, giving him a loud slap on his face. " I hate you, Enrique! I hate you! You bloody asshole." Sage screams, as she keeps on slapping him. " I never . . . ever wanna see your face again. Even if I'm dying, don't show me your face. Don't come near me even if I'm dead. I don't even want to breathe the same air as you. Get the fuck outta my life, Enrique Princeton. There was once a time when I would've gladly died for you and I'm so happy that fate showed me what your real face is." she screams, giving him a harsh shove on the shoulder.

"Because she said it before and I almost broke her arm" Jacob looks at Sophia. "Really?" "Yes,I did and she was so mad.I thought she was going to kick my butt" "I was going to kick your butt" Jennifer said smiling "But I would have won" Sophia said as she winks at Jennifer "Sure you would" Jennifer said in a sarcastic tone "You wanna bet on it?" Sophia asked "I would but I don't wanna burst your bubble" Jennifer said as she smirks. "I don't think that'll be a good idea" Jacob said

“Then I’ll cut. Deeper. You want wounds, I’ll give you wounds. But when it works, you remember who placed the blade.” Daniel lifted his glass again, a small smirk on his face. “Careful, Sofia. Sharp tongues get people killed faster than sharp knives.” She turned to him. “I’m not afraid of sharp edges. I’m afraid of wasting my time on men who can’t see what’s in front of them.”

It was a groundbreaking piece of cinema, a true work of art that will be remembered for years to come. One of the lines that resonated with me in the movie was when Jade said, “Go ahead and blame me all you want, but that won't change the fact that you never truly loved me from the start. Your words no longer have power over me, I won't bow down anymore, and I won't let your opinions sway me. I'm proud of my life, my body, and being a mother. You can go to hell for all I care." Coming from a woman who had endured bullying, frustration, and rejection from society and the husband she once dedicated her life to.

Tatiane apologized numerous times, starting to gesture with her hands. "It's okay. It's not your fault. I hate this kind of insinuation, you know, belittling. It's okay that I got this job through a recommendation, but my professor would never recommend someone he didn't think was competent! I didn't get this job to be anyone's snack!" Catherine took a deep breath to calm herself.

“Oh, darling. That implies you’d actually stand a chance.” I tilted my head, matching her fake sweetness with my own. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I’ve fought bigger things than you—and most of them had sharper claws.” The subtle insult landed; I saw it in the twitch of her jaw, the quick flash of hate before she covered it with another smirk. “You think you’re clever,” she said softly, her fork scraping against porcelain as she picked it back up. “But clever mouths get people killed.” “Good thing I’m not afraid of dying,” I shot back. “Are you?”

she assured me, her words carrying a comforting reassurance. With a heavy heart, I bid farewell to Sylvia, grateful for her unwavering support. As I drove her to her house, her words echoed in my mind, each syllable etched into my memory. "Remember what I said, Nathalie. Revenge is not always the best solution," she reminded me, her voice filled with maternal wisdom. "What I want for you is to live your life peacefully and in fulfillment. Please, be happy, my daughter. I don't want you to end up with a wretched heart."