Sweet Revenge Quote Novels & Stories

I stifled a gulp, feeling my stomach twist into knots. “Wait, I think her fingers just twitched,” one of them said. “What if we unplug her life machine then when she died, we'd plug it back?” A feathery voice suggested, and a lump grew in my throat. How many more betrayals do I have to face? “No, why would you do that?” Another female asked in horror. “With the way Ashton looked at her earlier, when she wakes up, I'm certain I will have no chances with Ashton,” the one who had suggested in killing me responded.

“Holden! You should learn from me. If you want to deal with your enemies, just relying on brute forces is useless! You have to learn to be even more underhanded than your opponent and use even more devious tricks!” After saying that, she looked at Malvolio again and smiled innocently. “Mister Yeatman! I forgot to tell you! Not only could I be seductive, but I am also a fierce woman! I am a strong woman carrying a child, who can bite till you bleed and kill you! I’m sorry, Mister Yeatman. Let me kill you first before you get to harm my husband! Go to hell! You sc*m!” Sabrina suddenly pulled the dagger out as she wanted to stab him again. However, she was still too weak. It was easy for her to

“Don’t worry, Tony. Sabrina threatened to never have sex with me again. And to stab me with a silver blade.” “Daddy, kill him. Look what he did,” Sophie says as the pain becomes unbearable for us both. “No, I’ll do one better. I, Sophie Sol,” Luna clasps her hand over Sophie’s mouth.

They realized that after everything they’d been through, they could overcome any problem hand in hand. Emerald’s anger towards Jace had once led her to thoughts of revenge, but it had only brought them back together—hence the Sweet Revenge. The End

“Getting hit like that… it must have been absolutely terrifying. You must’ve been utterly helpless.” Evelyn’s eyes narrowed, a sharp, cold glint entering them. The word ‘helpless’ stung. It was a calculated jab. “Almost as terrifying, Sophia,” Evelyn retorted, her voice low, steady, imbued with a quiet venom, “as watching your own sister get framed for fraud, watching her life unravel, and then watching you marry the man she loved, the very man who orchestrated it all.” The words hung in the air, blunt and unsparing, shattering the fragile facade of Sophia’s pity.

she says flatly. The words slice through the air like a blade. I don’t answer. That’s her confirmation. Scarlett folds her arms, voice trembling now. “You still love her. After everything.” “Love,” I repeat softly, tasting the word like venom. “Isn’t the right term.” “Then what is?” “Obsession, revenge, disgust,” I say. “Retribution. Take your pick.” Scarlett’s face twists—hurt, fury, disbelief. “You’re pathetic.”

“You’re smart.” The compliment slid over me like silk. I tilted my head slightly. “I told you silence only benefits the other side.” He studied me for a moment longer. “You didn’t overdo it. That’s what I was worried about.” I raised an eyebrow. “When do I ever overdo it?” He almost smiled. I lifted my phone again and turned the screen toward him. “Look at this.” I scrolled through a few comments and headlines. “They’re already calling her unstable. Obsessive. A threat.”

Damien smiled with a smirk, Jennifer took blade and said "now I will show kinds of suicides" Eva screamed "no, no don't kill me, the biggest threat is that srinithi, you have to kill her not me" Jennifer said while cutting Eva's left hand's nerves "I wanna kill her at first very badly, I even tried many times but my bad luck my bro was in love with her, so I need to spare her in the end, soon my bro will win her heart and she'll become his love then don will be mine, if you're alive, one day you'll become biggest threat to my love

- But you should know that it is a trap. -Don't screw me. -I say sarcastically.- I realized as soon as I read the message where it says that I go alone. -If they have caught her, it is because they love you and know that it is your weak point. As soon as you walk through those doors, you're dead, and who knows what they'll do to it.

His father’s pain is infectious. “She hated cigarettes too, you know...” they both chuckled, turning the sorrow aura around. “She was always graceful with a gentle smile on her face but when she plays defense– MY LORD–what’s the word….” Joseph snapped his finger looking for a correct word after describing exactly what Sarah is. Mike looked over his shoulder at Sarah. Settled on the couch, she stretched her legs before her while gently massaging her neck. Still, the sweet smile and warm eyes were unfazed.