Sweeter Than Revenge Ao3 Novels & Stories

When I was dying of silver poisoning, my fiancé Marcus, the Alpha who had promised to never abandon me, now wanted to harvest my healthy kidney for my parents' adopted daughter, Celeste. Three years ago, I got silver poisoning while defending my family during a rogue wolf attack. But somehow, my sister was the one who took all the credit. When we returned to the pack, she spun a story about how she had bravely fought off the rogues while I cowered in fear.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on me, stealing my breath. But he wasn’t done. He slowly withdrew his fingers, watching the way I trembled. Then, locking eyes with me, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean—slow and deliberate. “Mmm,” he groaned, lips curling into a wicked smile. “You taste so sweet.” And I was already burning for more. Josh settled between my thighs, his cock thick and hard as he dragged it slowly along my soaked slit. The heat of him made my hips buck, desperate—but he didn’t give me what I wanted. Not yet.

My jaw tightened, my nose flaring up. “They think I’m dead,” I murmured. “And that,” Klaus replied, dabbing his lips with a napkin, “is exactly why it will be entertaining.” I released a heavy breath, a nervous feeling twisting in my stomach. Revenge was no longer a fantasy. It was real. A small smile formed on my lips, my eyes shining with anticipation. “You’re smiling,” he said. “I’m not.” “You are,” he replied. “Looks like you’re more excited about this than me.”

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

That one ember glowing from beneath the ash just waiting to spark a wildfire. Divine justice of some kind—to make the most beautiful creatures the most cruel. Even now, his apple and spice scent rips through me like a tidal wave. Urgency muddled with relief or need or some other craving rises in the bright wash of his apple pie scent. I may be pathetic, but I’m not stupid. No matter how tempting or otherwise infuriatingly confusing Sai is, I don’t have a death wish. Poking this proverbial bear—no matter what Sacred is leashed in his skin—was never my intention.

He looked at the dark television then the golden cakes on the floor, he reached out with a trembling hand, picking one up. He took a bit, swallowing it like it was poison. I should have felt victory but it left a sour taste in my mouth, feeling like a villain. Then a text came in. “The body in the hospital or the Omega you keep hidden, which one do you love more, you are a sick human Kieran Vale, or did you put the other Omega in there from fucking him into a near death state.”

On the back was a piece of sheet with Samantha's writing on it. He reread the 4 words and groaned. He deserved it, after all the fact that most of her friends had caught them having sex in one of her offices in her gym had been hilarious for him and humiliating for her. He reread the words: Revenge is sweet. - Pregnant women are evil, the war is on Samantha!- He yelled down the hall. Sam who had been awake since she had moved out of bed laughed to herself. Sweet Revenge!

His eyes roamed down my body hungrily as he bit his lips lightly, showcasing his sharp edgy fangs. “Let go of me, you sick pervert. I'm not going to suck you off like a fucking whore.” I growled, pushing him away from me, trying to ignore the way my traitorous body reacted to him. I was a woman with hormones. You wouldn't blame me for being attracted to a fine Russian specimen. Anyone would with a high sex drive would. He smirked. “Aren't you a whore? You moved from being the sweet innocent Aurora to getting fucked for money.”

AURELIAN’s POV Astarian’s lips claimed mine desperately, trembling and with nothing held back. His lips were soft, parting mine with a hunger that stole my breath. Different types of taste flooded me: chlorine from the pool, the faint salt of his skin, and something deeper, sweeter, that was purely him. His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my wet hair, holding me close like he feared I would slip away. My heart raced, pounding against his chest where our bodies pressed together under the water. I should stop this—the guilt clawed sharp at me. His father murdered my mother. I’m here for revenge, not this.

The moment I set my eyes on her, flashbacks of how those painful but sweet memories of our past lingered in my mind, scratching the wounds, which I thought were healed, deeper. My chest tightened as my saunters became heavy. I planned it all along. These were all part of my five years scheme. These were all part of my revenge. To make her suffer...