Novel & Cerita Sweet Vengeance Book

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ RETRIBUTION (COMING SOON) REVENGE IS JUSTICE ATHENA It's more karma than vengeance, but it counts. Dylan Thompson, James Miller, and Tom Sanders will pay for what they have done to me. I'm going to make them suffer, I'm going to make them wish they'd never met me; they always say save the best for last, so my vengeance on them will be my grand finale, but the others will have to pay first. Leo

Vulnerability— Only thing a person can't realize about themselves but at the same time, give away the most, especially to their enemies. When I saw the unsetting gaze of Athena searching for Sebastian everywhere, I knew right away what move that'd get me the best out of this opportunity. Of course, my deep-rooted hatred for Sebastian and the want for revenge can never make me let go of my guards even for a second, I knew where he was cause his own trusted fellow had sold his loyalty long ago. From watching my family get destroyed in the hands of that demon Elijah's hands to standing up on my own feet to seek my revenge, I have seen it all, the best and the worst but the burning flame of veng

Juliet walked towards the door and stepped out of my room. "Now, my diary." I turned towards the wardrobe and I was almost approaching it when I spotted a pink book lying on the floor besides the drawers. I stared at it for a while and I thought aloud, "isn't that my diary?" I walked towards it and I knelt and picked it up. I looked at it clearly and I saw my name scribbled on the book cover. I flipped it open and I noticed that several pages have been torn out of it. I was stupefied and furious. "There is only one person who could have done this."

It was not always an easy job, as she had to tread carefully when she thought the author required guidance toward a new method of expression, lest she kill the inspiration or hurt the fragile egos that frequently came with the creative process. Now, however, she meant to actively seek out opportunities to undermine an author; her advice would have nothing to do with enhancing the quality of his writing and everything to do with exacting vengeance. Even if this book of Michael's turned out to have potential, she was determined to carry through with her plan regardless of how she felt about it. If the work had any redeeming features, she would try to eradicate them and replace them with superf

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

"I hired a private investigator to dig up dirt on the Lorenzos, to expose their secrets as a means of revenge. But earlier today , I realized the extent of my actions and the harm I've caused and decided to stop the investigation. I've been secretly seeing Marco for months now, and I saw a text where his father asked him how far he had gone with trying to get me back, so they don't lose Isabella too. That text fueled my anger and blinded me to the consequences of my actions." Silence hangs in the air as I wait for my mother's response, the weight of my confession heavy on my shoulders. Finally, she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who are you, Valentina Luca, and what have you done

She had done it for Theodora and for just like that she had been a victim of her product. “I don't pity you, you've killed more and made others crazy for no reason. Since they will be coming back soon, you will have to look after yourself from the moment you step out of here. You shall no longer be ours to worry and our problem, from then henceforth.'' Alex sighed standing up and dusting his pants. He felt lighter and was ready to face reality yet again. “Those who live by the sword shall die by the sword”

Could this be Ethan’s? But the Ethan Vale I knew was a titan of ice and stone. Could he really be the author of these scorching, devoted words? And if he was, who was the woman he was referring to? I wondered why a man who wrote with such worshipful love ended up being the person I needed to run away from? Or was this entire book a lie, a beautiful, hollow fantasy written by a predator to justify his cage? I was still staring at a paragraph when a sharp, heavy knock echoed through the room.

Zach’s main focus was to find people responsible for her death. They would suffer the same fate as she did or worse. The very thought of his revenge plan brought a bad taste to his mouth. But it had to be done. Otherwise, he would not experience any peace. As he was driven towards his new house, his car drove slowly past the Kent Mansion. The sprawling entrance to the home served as a bitter reminder of his past life. When he had accepted life as it came along. But not anymore.

At that moment, it seemed to be as if his actions weren't born of revenge, but something else entirely. You don't make your enemies feel loved in revenge. She opened her eyes and was immediately struck by the intensity of his gaze. Those dark gray eyes seemed to draw her in like a magnet. They were dark and deep and mysterious like the night sky. "Why did you do this?" "Wanted you close to me,” he replied and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Wrap your legs around me." Kevin's voice was a sultry whisper as he urged her to wrap her legs around him but seeing her hesitation he slowly pulled her soaking gown up—his touch was soft and patient— exposing her bare thigh and wrapped it