Novel & Cerita The Art Of Revenge

“Oh, so you agree that it is you now. Let me tell you something. If a man wakes up and asks if something happened, he either remembers and wants confirmation, or he does not remember and is afraid something important occurred.” My stomach tightened. “So either way,” she continued, “it meant something.” I swallowed. “And that scares you.” “Yes.” I said abruptly. “Because if you admit you like him, it stops your revenge.” I nodded faintly. She reached out and squeezed my hand. “Listen to me. Revenge feels powerful at first. It makes you think you are in control. It gives you something to hold on to when your pride is bleeding. But it never heals you.” I looked away. The room suddenly felt too

He had no right to question me, no right to even look in my direction. I trusted him the most after my father, but he didn't consider my parent's kindness to him when he betrayed me in the worst way I could ever imagine. A smile crossed my lips as thoughts of how I would make him pay for his crimes when I eventually get my hands on him crossed my mind, and somehow, that helped to simmer down my anger. I wasn’t here to let them get under my skin, I was here to rile them up and not the other way round. I needed to bide my time, I wanted the perfect revenge no matter how long it took.

“And I know a few people who owe me favors. We can do subtlety. We can do shadows. We can craft an absence that feels like a presence.” I thought of the hotel courtyard, the opera’s arias rising as fireworks stitched the sky into color, and felt the old, cold hunger for victory lift and unfurl like a banner. The need for revenge was domesticated into something civil, something planned and elegant, and that made it all the more dangerous. “No tracks,” I reminded her. “No names. No public scandals. We will do what we must in the language of our world—half-smiles, quiet cancellations, the tiny exclusions that cut deeper than shouts.”

Greedy. He stole my father’s idea and ordered my parents’ deaths. I hate him. And everything that revolves around him. I wanted to kill him. I still do. But my uncle told me that the best way to hurt someone is to take revenge on their loved one. Xander Black is the apple of his father’s eye—his weakness. And the key to destroying him.

I froze, holding my breath as he leaned back into his chair. “Do you want revenge?” he asked, his voice now sounding more serious. “Very much so,” I replied firmly. “The best revenge isn’t by berating them in public or crying at their feet. The best revenge is by standing so much higher that they can no longer touch the hem of your dress.” Rex set down his cutlery, then interlaced his fingers on the table. The sound of the waves behind us seemed to vanish, replaced by the tension that suddenly filled the air between us.

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

"And so are you if you think your feelings matter in this, because it doesn't. Right now, you're a stupid twenty-three year old who peaked in college and has no prospects for the future. You should be grateful to me for giving you a future you could only dream of!" Brandon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he took a step forward. "You told me we were building something. That we would take back what was stolen from us. But this isn’t a strategy. It’s just pure revenge for you. You're not helping me secure my future, you just want to hurt your enemies." I studied him for a long moment. "Revenge is the purest form of strategy," I said finally. "It eliminates doubt and it forces action. And

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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

A week later... [ Adeline Greyson ] I don't know why even I'm doing this? I promised myself that Arthur will be buried in the deepest layer of my past where I'd never go back and look forward to a bright future but when I came back home, the passion to avenge. Revenge gives more satisfaction when its served cold. I hated Arthur Linwood and my sister. They played with my emotions and stabbed me on the back. Tonight will be my night to shine. I was ready to strike back on Arthur, Addison and Linda. The woman made my life living hell. She was a cobra, so venomous both with her words and actions.

‘Trust me, if it takes that long to read a person, no one would want to do it. “Are you okay?” I looked back into Tessa’s eyes, so glad I got to meet her. Now I’m one step closer to catching my mother’s killer. ‘I think I found out who murdered my mother...’ I said to Antonio. ‘I know, did you forget you’re an open book now? Hold her hand with the both of yours and finish that vision.’ I mentally nodded and placed my other hand on Tessa’s. The vision continued. “Renee? Who is she? Why would she murder your wife?” Catherine’s hand was at her throat as she swallowed hard. Frank didn’t answer right away.