Sweet Revenge Quote 소설 & 이야기

The line went dead with a soft, final click. Sophia allowed a stunning, cold smile to cross her lips—a smile that never reached her eyes. She slowly closed her laptop and whispered to her reflection in the darkened glass of the window: "This life is no longer just about revenge. This life is about becoming the one who makes the rules."

He lowered his voice and threatened me. "In a minute, when Bruce comes in, you're going to look straight into the camera and admit it. Admit you're a cheap slut selling your body on purpose. Admit you seduced him. Admit you'll do anything for money. Say one wrong word, and your parents' house burns to ashes tonight." Right then, Sophia walked over carrying a glass of cloudy, steaming milk. Her eyes sparkled with pure, unfiltered cruelty and excitement. She slammed the cup down on the little table in front of me.

"It makes you healthy," Silas said simply. "Holding onto anger at someone who can't hurt you anymore isn't justice. It's just poison. You're choosing to let it go. That's strength, not weakness." Damon appeared with a glass of wine and handed it to her. "Besides, the best revenge is living well. And you're doing that. You won. You're Queen. You changed the world. He's rotting in a mansion somewhere with nothing but his own bitterness for company. That's punishment enough."

How shameless. “My dear Alpha, don’t you feel sorry? Try to be sweet with me won’t kill you, go and smile at me.” She said with a sweet gentle smile plastered on her face yet the sound of it is a tone of commandment. “Sweetness can kill you sometimes, try to suit yourself to the bitterness of my love.” I roar in a whisper. Just talking to her make my blood boil, maybe someone else will be happy in my position but my heart is not for someone like her. It was already reserved long ago.

I whispered, my voice shaking. Silence fell. Susan didn’t look surprised. She didn’t even look afraid. “If that’s what you want,” she said quietly, “then I’ll gladly lay down my life.” My grip tightened. Her words caught me off guard. “But not until you’re safe,” she added softly. My chest tightened painfully. “I mean it,” I snapped. “You killed her too.” “Yes.” The calmness in her voice only fueled my anger. “You think I won’t do it?” “I know you might.”

Is this woman even in her senses? “I wasn’t talking on phone DAMMIT! I was talking to myself and I guess she didn’t listen to what I said carefully. I was thinking and talking about the old times when I was hell bent on taking my revenge on her. I didn’t mean it at all.” Steve sighed and placed the ice pack aside. “Explain it to Cassie”

If Sarah thinks she will trick me again, she is making the biggest mistake of her life. Once, bitten twice shy, the saying goes. I cannot allow her to use me again. I will not allow anybody to use me again. I see her drive away, and I think I better follow her because I need to find out what she is up to. She dressed around a corner, and she stopped. I stop further away so that she does not see me. Sarah puts her head on the steering wheel of her car and starts crying. Did she know that I was following her? Is she trying to soften my heart? I am not going to fall for her tricks again. If she thinks she can soften me with tears, she is making the biggest mistake of her life.

‘A time will come when everything good in you will be stolen away and burned to ashes, nothing you do will stop it,’ she’d sometimes add but her favorite quote was always, ‘You’re living in a bubble my darling and when it’s time to pop it, I’ll be there with fired dynamite to make it explode. “Asshole,” I whispered silently, closing my eyes and trying to get her the fuck out of my head. “Asshole,” I muttered a bit louder, feeling an insane anger rising in my chest, my fists clenching to breaking point, and my mind losing all sense of cautiousness. “Asshole!” I eventually gave in and screamed, gripping both sides of the rotting log that had become a home to so many things and doing all I coul

Shweta’s eyes travelled to his wrist where she has held him and she immediately left his hand as if she would get burned if she touched him. She walked up to him, her toes almost touching his and her head reached up to his chest. Lifting her head, her bloodshot eyes met his, “You can never avenge your wife’s death. Your revenge is bound to remain unfinished.” The hurt she was feeling, she wanted him to feel at least one percent of it. And she knew she did hurt him with that one single sentence. It was visible like day light with the way his body turned rigid.

I moved to put a space between us. "Remember this too. I can be the sweetest girl for you but I can also do what you do when you're jealous. Although before I deal with your whores, I would cut your d*ck first." I said seriously. I raised my hand and using my index and middle finger, I moved them like a pair of scissors, " And take note Mr. Samaniego, I will not leave even half an inch of your d*ck. Anyway you can still pleasure me with your tongue. We can seal our deal later. We have work to do," I said and went past him. I almost giggled when I noticed that he didn't react. He looked like a statue standing there. At least now I knew that he was at least scared of me.