The Taste Of Revenge Book 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She blinked her eyes. Ailina’s POV: I just wanted to tease Ricky. I was curious if he would read the book as Siri did. He cast of glance at the name of the book and read, “Reborn To Get My True Love.” His mouth twitched. “Do you like this type of novel?” I coughed softly, “Although the name of this novel sound boring, it’s quite good. You can read it to kill time.” He nodded. He turned the first page. After reading a paragraph, he frowned and asked, “Does the heroine lost one leg?”

“Why aren’t you reading that at home in peace and quiet?” The woman glanced at me over the rim of her glass, her eyes a piercing green that seemed to reflect the neon lights flashing around us. “The noise helps,” she replied, taking a sip of her drink. “It reminds me that reality is always there, no matter how much I try to escape into fiction.” I tilted my head, curious. “What’s the book about?” She glanced at the cover, running her finger over the worn edges before answering. “It’s about a woman who was reborn to get revenge on her cheating husband. He betrayed her, and in her second life, she’s determined to make him pay.”

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

She explains with her hand lovingly caressing her belly. Even though I already know this, I can’t control the visceral rage I feel when I hear it. My body stiffens, involuntarily. I squeeze my hands into fists to quiet my rage. I could feel his eyes on me, as if he senses the shift in my aura. “Congratulations!” He says slowly, trying to assess the situation. “Thank you, your highness. I am very blessed.” My mother replies not sparing me a glance. I pick up a small sample cup and recklessly down it. I struggle to swallow what tastes like an acidic grass field assaulted with pepper. As I gulp it down I wonder if everyone can hear my struggle as loudly as I can.

She shoves the guy forward, and his clothes begin to rip as he shifts. My snout twitches. Once I’ve taken him out, I’ll have her all to myself. He races towards me, but I meet him halfway. There isn’t a single part of my mind that feels sane. My veins are overflowing with a desire for revenge, for blood, for their pain. I’m so damn close. We clash together and struggle on the floor. I try to press down on my legs, but his claws slip down my ribs. A pang of tenderness makes me howl. I move my paw and aim it towards his cheek, ripping off the flesh on his face with my sharp claws.

"Really? But how come you're still looking for that woman?" My smirk slowly vanished from my lips. Anger boiled within me like a relentless inferno, consuming everything in its path. It surged through my veins like a raging river, coursing with unchecked fury. "You will never find Nieva, Greval! Because she's fucking dead! Move on from her!" My pulse raced as I felt my blood boiling through my veins. I breathed heavily, almost as if I would burst. "Say another word and you will fucking regret it, Zamara."

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

“But what I got... was the smell of blood soaked into the fucking tiles.” His voice dropped to a cold whisper. “They say revenge is poison. That it eats you alive from the inside out.” He took a slow sip of whiskey. The ice clinked gently in the glass. “But that night? When I saw my mother’s blood staining the marble floor and my father’s mouth was still open like he wanted to scream but didn’t get the chance...” He let out a dark, hollow chuckle. His eyes were distant now, detached. “That poison tasted sweet.”

I was doing more than seducing. I was sinning... with my ex-mate’s uncle. And it felt so damn good. Who knew revenge could taste so wickedly sweet? ****************** I opened my eyes slowly, staring at Raze as he focused on the document in his hand. Surely, I wouldn’t be able to face him again after everything that had just happened. Oh gosh, what did I do? I could still hear the moans—my moans. Fvck, I felt so shy and embarrassed.

Over and over again she hit me with her small fist, as I shortened each of the nails on that hand with my teeth. “Do you know how much a good manicure costs, you son of a bitch. That- ow.” Blood, suddenly I could taste it in my mouth. I must have bitten too short and made her bleed. Closing my lips softly around it, I sucked. Instantly the atmosphere in the car changed. There was a raspy breath and our eyes clashed. There it was , the fire. The heat of it was already threatening to engulf me but it was threatening to burn her up as well.