Novel & Cerita The Art Of Revenge

The joy in his heart was pounding when he remembered how last night he killed James with his own hands. Alexander felt the protruding part of his armpit, it was a bug that was implanted in his body. With this tool, he can tell everyone the situation he is in, without having to bother using his cellphone. In his heart, he smiled with satisfaction. Imagining how Xavier would lose at the hands of the enemy. ** Sinokmput

"I have felt it. But I did not let it turn me into a monster. I did not fund a predator. I did not orchestrate attacks against innocent people. I did not use Sophia's daughter as leverage. You did." "I did what was necessary. David was a weapon. Leo was a tool. Sophia was collateral damage. I am not proud of it. But I am not ashamed either. This is business, Clara. Arthur destroyed my mother. I will destroy his legacy. It is a fair trade." "It is not business. It is revenge. And revenge does not heal anything. It just creates more pain." Alexander leaned back in his chair. He looked at me for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable. "You really believe that. After everything David did to you

I turned to him with my teeth bared, ready to curse him out when he leaned down, getting so close to me, I could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warmth, and whispered, “Your husband is a damn fool, letting a work of art like you slip through his fingers.” I turned my face to his, and our lips were so close that I could feel his warm breath on my lips. “He is. He’s a damn fool.” “Why drink yourself to an early grave when you could be planning your revenge?” “Revenge?” I repeated in a whisper.

Someone they underestimated. Someone they thought was dying. I raise my glass to the mountains, to the perfect blue sky, to the life I’m building on the ashes of theirs. Revenge is patient. Revenge is thorough. And mine is almost complete.

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

he stammered, glancing between me and Joe. “What is it, Diego?” I snapped. “The….” He swallowed hard “Speak up!” “The diamonds we retrieved are gone.” Impulsively, I seized the bottle of whiskey and smashed it against the wall. “What did you just say?” My anger soared beyond control. “We’ve been double-crossed,” he responded. I rose to my feet, my chair scraping against the floor. I stepped towards him, grabbing him by the neck, my fingers tightening against his throat. He gasped, his eyes bulging.

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

“Isn’t the real revenge better than death? A woman reborn under a false identity, a woman who smiles at the same man who destroyed her. Who learns exactly how to undo him from the inside out.” My fingers tapped once against the table. “To make her husband choke on the life he thought he owned.” “To make her sister feel the exact emptiness of being replaced.” “To make her family watch everything they protected rot in their hands.” I leaned back slightly, voice dropping into something quieter, almost pleased. “Now tell me… isn’t that the purest form of revenge?” The glass slipped from my fingers. It hit the floor with a sharp crack and I stood slowly. The chair behind me shifted as I rose to m

“We are divided him and me when we should be one. Your scent is our weakness; my undoing, and as much as I want to get our revenge upon your filthy witch of a mother, I fear you will stop me.” “I won’t.” I admit almost immediately as I gnaw on my inner cheek, “but there are so many scars waiting to be painted across its victims' hearts in the name of revenge. Has it ever truly served and met its purpose without any remorse attached to it?” I question, genuinely interested to know what he believes to be true. “It’s difficult to confirm when revenge usually leads to more revenge. It’s a cruel and vicious cycle that can rule and ruin your life. It’s definitely not for the faint-hearted, darling