The Taste Of Revenge Book 2 Novels & Stories

The sun was well up over the treetops the next morning, leaving in its wake a flood of gold. But anything less like sunshine would be hard to find, as Sophia hurled herself from side to side in her bed, greatly beset with doubts. What's going on with Daniel? Why does he act so differently? That uncomfortable feeling of last night just wouldn't go away.

In that instant, I wanted to reveal her true colors to the whole world. Jason smirked smugly and reached his hand into my shirt collar. I returned my senses with a shudder. Suddenly, I kicked him hard in the groin, grabbed the thumb drive from his hands, and ran like my life depended on it! He crouched down in pain, roaring furiously at me, “You’re dead, Cheryl Summers! Let’s see how long you can stay first in the class!” When I got home, I immediately put the thumb drive into my computer.

"I'll wake up better... Just let me sleep. I think, and I'm one step away from letting go completely, and then I feel a strong taste invade my mouth, my gaze focuses again, and I realize that I'm taking blood, I want to fight it, it's not right! But at the same time, this blood tastes different, it's a mixture of orange, apple and something woody, and it smells perfect. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

GET the revenge body ✔️ Take over his company ✔️ Ruin any girl who gets romantically involved with him ✔️✔️✔️ Her revenge list was all ticked. She was supposed to be drinking, laughing, and savouring the taste of sweet revenge. But she did none of that, because revenge was not sweet... not as sweet as she had expected. Thomas was married, Aiden had cancelled their date earlier for a hot official matter, everyone was happy but her.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

I looked down at the food, my stomach twisted again—not from hunger, but from the slow return of something unfamiliar, fear, the thought of anything happening if I ate this food. But it worked both ways, I wanted death and if it was poisoned, I'd die, and If I didn't, it was a clarification of the fact that even though I served no purpose to the man in front of me, I was going to take revenge for every single thing the Cavarallos did to me. I picked up the spoon with a trembling hand and took another bite. Still tasteless. Still hard. But easier than the first. Sorrentino didn’t say anything. He just sat there, letting me eat in silence. Letting me take back my time.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

And plenty of time to regret it. This was the perfect revenge I had prepared for all of them.

A breeze rustled the leaves as if in answer. I smiled. He would not be lonely. His music and kindness would live on in countless beautiful melodies across the world. [Revenge mission complete. World line reshaped. Do you choose to return?] The long-forgotten system alert sounded. I stood and looked at Xavier’s smiling face on the tombstone one last time. “Goodbye, Xavier. Goodbye, this world.” Then, I said, “Yes.” … White light flashed, and I returned to the real world.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?