Sweeter Than Revenge Ao3 Novels & Stories

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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

And while he had bitten the ogres, he hadn’t swallowed their blood, unconsciously knowing it was poison to him. The last person he’d drunk from was Grace. He’d gulped from her neck, her taste so decadent he’d wanted to stay there forever. And maybe he would have. Maybe he would have drained her if the thought of losing her had not slammed through him. That, followed by the thought of sampling the heaven between her legs, had driven him to leave her neck and descend. And he’d never been so glad to end a meal. Between her legs, she was sweeter than the nectar of honeysuckle.

“Let…me go.” Instead, his grasp tightened as he drew me closer, followed by a derisive snort. His eyes flicked down, working their way up my body. It was not with the look you’d ever hoped your supposed mate would offer you. That stare was ridden with unadulterated hate. “The Goddess must have been on crack when she thought we were a match. A puny, pathetic little girl.”

But I will give him a deep kiss afterward so he won't pass out in fear of going through as much pain as I am going through right now. His bitter revenge. My sweet revenge brought us together. I love him and he loves me too. And we will be together till death do us part! THE END!

Vanya opened the conversation as they waited for the taxi outside the bar, “what kind of revenge, to be precise?” The drunken man who had sobered up slightly then gritted his teeth and responded, “yes, I need to avenge Kevin. He just ruined my hard work and I can’t let that happen. A lesson needs to be taught for that insolent son of a bitch, but I haven’t thought of that deeply. Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing,” lied the girl, “I once got hurt by someone until my life is shattered, and I need to take do the same.”

"I love you, my lovely luna." Lea smiled gently. "I love you more, my ultimate alpha." *** The End ***

A bitch like her deserves every bit of this. "Are you done?! Go ahead and threaten me! Threaten me all you want! It's not the first time anyway. You people can just go ahead and kill me to put an end to all of it! Its better that way! Why do you guys have to torture me this way? Will this make you satisfied? Besides, do you think that Amara will appreciate this? Besides threatening to take my life, what else can you do? At least the other person can give her a lot of things that you can't even think of!" Slyvia said while sobbing.

It was chaos incarnate, an intricate dance of tooth and claw, of strength and strategy. As I fought, my mind flashed back to the memories of my time in Matt's pack—the laughter, the camaraderie, and the shared dreams of a better future. But those bonds had been shattered, replaced by a burning desire for justice, for retribution against a leader who had strayed from the path of honor. The battle raged on, the forest serving as the backdrop to this clash of wills. Wolves clashed with ferocity, our fangs bared, our muscles rippling with primal strength. The scent of blood filled the air, intermingling with the scent of earth and sweat.

I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night. As soon as I arrived at the beach, I got off my motorbike. I took off my helmet and sat down on the sand feeling the cold sea breeze. I closed my eyes and tears started to come out from my eyes remembering why I'm starting my revenge today. I got up and opened up the seat cushion of my motor bike. I looked at the small brown envelope and took it out. I walked slowly towards the water and closed my eyes praying for my sanity to go for revenge.

“It says a lot about how much time they've spent together, doesn’t it?” Damien didn’t speak. But the look in his eyes was no longer blank. Selene saw the anger bloom in him, a glacial, possessive fury. That pleased her. For once, it wasn’t about her sister being better. It was about Elara being unfaithful. She closed the space between them just slightly. Just enough that her thigh brushed his leg as she moved closer. She smelled of white musk and golden oil—jasmine and fig—something soft and hypnotic that cut through the smell of whiskey.