Tear You Apart She Wants Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

I lost my patience, threw everything away because I wouldn’t let him have her, wouldn't let him taint one more thing of mine in his obsessive bid to overshadow me and take my life. I wanted him to bleed enough to never dare look at her or breathe the same air. I wanted to kill him. I should have when I had the chance; to put one more obstacle behind us. Right now, hearing her say words that don't make sense, I want to kill more than just him. Every one of them that pushed her to the point that her perfect eyes are stained with tears, that her skin looks too pale. “I want to break up, Artemis.” It feels like I’ve been run over by a truck multiple times and stitched together again.

“It’s enough of one.” She shook her head slightly. “What do you get out of it?” That was the real question, I was waiting patiently for. I stood up slowly as her eyes followed me. “You want revenge.” I said. “Not just closure or distance. You want to break them.” “I can give you that.” I continued. “How?” “By showing you how to do it properly.” She let out a small breath. “I already asked you, what do you want in return?” “You already know.” I said quietly.

- Missy, please… – he begged, suffocated – No, don't walk away from me. I swear I didn't know she would do that... - Why did you do it then? – Missy asked, more hurt than she had been in her entire life, feeling the tears that ran down her face wet her mouth – Why did she record that video of the two of them and give it to Suzan, knowing how much she wanted to hurt me? Why do all this if not to make myself more vulnerable so you could get me into bed more easily?

she belongs only to me. me: " shut up.. check her.. she is having fever.. I called you to give her treatment not to praise her beauty... " Allen rolled his eyes and treated her... me: " when will she get well?? " Allen: " you said you don't have any feelings then why are you caring her..?? " me: " I asked you something.. for that just say the answer.. " Allen: " uff.. you and your stupid revenge..." murmured under his breath then he said..

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

Rosalind was unusually quiet that night, playing the part of a devoted spouse. It wasn't until the third course arrived that she suddenly said, "Do you know what a marriage certificate looked like, Mr. Stevenson?" Before Peter Stevenson could even reply, Rosalind pulled ours out of her handbag and tore it into pieces in front of everyone. "Just like this." She scattered the pieces over the table. "As long as I'm happy, I can tear it apart anytime I want." The private room went dead silent. A scrap of paper clung to a slice of fatty tuna, making an absurd, grotesque decoration.

"You still have the nerve to ask about Mom?" I said, looking straight into Quinton's eyes. "She's dead! You killed her with your own damn rocket launcher!" My voice started shaking uncontrollably. In my mind, I still saw the moment Audrey's body was blown apart. "Her body is down at the bottom of the cliff, being eaten by vultures! You did this, Quinton! You killed her!" I roared. Tears spilled down in heavy drops.

I am sure she will look good in that but I don’t want her to wear that for her date. My initial plan was to hide her lipstick or something like that because it makes girls go crazy but I think I have a better plan. I took a scissors from her desk and I know it is mean but is revenge. I cut parts of her dress and hid the torn pieces under her bed, I was keeping her scissors back when the door to the washroom opened and Amelia came out in just a towel. This girl is going to drive me crazy. “Ahhhhh…” she started shrieking like crazy and I looked at her you know how.

Logic, dignity, and caution were left behind in that cold hospital room. She was spiraling, unhinged. And the only thing fueling her now was vengeance, not just against Ethan... but Fallon too. She didn’t care if Fallon was “Mrs. Kingsley.” She didn’t care if Ethan had “moved on.” She didn’t even care that she had nowhere to go afterward. Sophia was going to the Farwell Group to tear down whatever fantasy they were building—and if she had to burn herself alive doing it, she’d make damn sure they both went up in flames with her.

She braced herself on the ground, backing away as bone shards dug into her palms, but she didn't dare make a sound. "Yes… She came back last night… She said she doesn't want anything anymore. She doesn't want you or anything that has to do with you!" He scoffed. "I'm giving you a chance, not to hear you lie."