Sweeter Than Revenge Ao3 Novels & Stories

He gave me that look that he knows exactly what I am thinking and my face grew tense and I was about to say it’s not like what he thinks but then, “You had a reunion sex with him?” I widened my eyes and believed in the fact that sibling telepathy is damn real. “I didn’t…I mean I did but…we both kinda said sorry to each other and then he told me that he loved me and then he said he thinks it’s Suzie who helped Aiden into Liam thinking I had a relationship with Aiden slash Arnold while I was away from Liam.”

If you’re going to stab me, at least look me in the eye. I want to scream. Instead, I drag myself back to my dorm, collapsing onto the bed. I bury my face in the pillow, willing the memory away. But the more I fight it, the clearer it becomes—the heat of his body, the closeness of his mouth, the way my whole world tilted toward him like I didn’t have a choice. I hate myself for wanting it. I hate him for making me want it. And still, under the hate, something else stirs. Something softer, more dangerous.

"I know that it would be petty of me to take everything that I've given you in the course of our relationship, but it had all been a deception, so I'd rather take them back and have them donated to charity than have them wasted on you." One comment read, "Yes! I'm glad you're not blinded. Here I was thinking that you were going to give in to him!" "Shoutout to the besties who went there so we could see for ourselves who these scumbags are and avoid these landmines altogether. I'll be making a PDF about them. If anyone's interested, drop me a DM." "Why is nobody talking about the fact that Madam's such a pro? That was a sick kick!"

Sweetness bleeds from the places they’re connected. It feels so fucking good. Ariadne squirming underneath him, taking in his c*ck so f*cking well. “You feel so good baby,” Victor whispers. “You’re so pretty like this.” Ariadne whines again. “Oh, oh please.” The Omega tosses her head back, losing herself to the feeling. Victor quickens the pace, edging Ariadne along paradise. The Omega’s eyes are all needy. She looks f*cked out, high on everything. Ariadne's scent turns impossibly sweet.

He tricked me into coming here after all and I'll make sure he pays dearly for it but now. I needed to trap my prey With her bare foot on the tiled floor, she walked forward, closing the distance left between us. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her breast pressed to my chest. "Alpha Storm," she whimpered softly, her hand moving down my chest, as if she was hoping she could feel my heartbeat. Her eyes lingered on my chest and the more she did that, the more I could feel her thirst for blood. Her thirst to kill....

I thought, watching as the whole thing continued to unfold before my very eyes. "Reene, please." I said thorough firmly clenched teeth, my heart racing at what could could in a few seconds. Alpha Dennison's wolf climbed over hers, ready to finish her off. Her wolf was wincing and hurting. His wolf turned towards me one last time before raising his claws to finish her. And that's when it happened. I didn't see any of it coming. Reene's wolf struck through his chest immediately, breaking through and forcing his heart and bones through the flesh.

Mike warned her before she could carry on. Sarah gritted her teeth, heaving her anger. Mike bent down to untie her legs when his nose grazed the sweet smell of chocolate on her shiny legs, hitting him hard. Deep exhale swirled on her thighs, clenching a bit higher than it should. His eyes drooped off, inhaling the smell again. This time, with conscious bad intentions. When he opened up, there was no longer anger in it.

“Would you love to see me tried in court and be thrown in jail despite being innocent?” For a moment, Adrian's heart stopped. He blinked and shook his head to dismiss every conflicting thought in him. “Emotional blackmail doesn't work with me.” he scoffed. “And yes, even if you are my sister and you do this to another man, I'll make the authorities subject you to the worst punishment ever.” “As an only child, I'd rather adopt seeing a stranger on the street as my sister than having a heartless woman like you as one.” His phone buzzed with a message as soon as he finished talking. It was another different video release of her sex tape on their wedding eve.

The warmth in my chest was still there, fluttering and impossible to ignore. I typed again. “On whether this is work or not.” The three dots appeared, disappeared, then came back again. He didn’t respond right away, and that alone felt like its own answer. I lay back down and stared at the ceiling while I waited. Four minutes later, his reply came through. “It’s not work.” I read it twice. Then a third time. The feeling in my chest got stronger, like something bright and scary opening up inside me. I still couldn’t name it. I just knew I wanted to say yes.

They used to ask me many questions about her, and I used to tell them all about my mother. I want her memory to be carried on through the family. That is why I like to give them the art. The pieces are timeless. They are also worth a lot of money. My mother's jewelry will be split between Bella and Norma. I want all of them to remember her like I will never forget her. I like them to tell their children one day about her, about how my own father and his girlfriend murdered her. I want them to know about how awful they were. I also like my grandchildren to remember how beautiful she was. I had my revenge, and I understand it was not what I suspected it should be. I thought it would give me cl