Romans & histoires The Taste Of Revenge

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

“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.”

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

No sir. I take a glass from the cupboard to pretend; I open the refrigerator door, and there it is, the most delicious dessert I have ever seen, it is not as tasty as the tres leches cake, but a sweet is sweet. I place the glass on the internal shelf, I take a spoon out of my pocket and open the box to proceed to grab a good portion, and I take it to my mouth. "Mmm," I moan as soon as the sweet taste of tiramisu makes contact with my taste buds. Not caring about the fuss Al will make, I take another spoonful and pop it into my mouth. "Mmm, God!"

He has given everything to that person, ready to sacrifice even his life but in the end or was it from the very beginning that the same person has never chosen him, it was her that he chose. It was her. Her He H … His body and heart are wrecked. He was broken, broken beyond fix. It was never his choice, but he did not regret becoming one. And the thin barrier of choice for a broken person? It is either Forget or Revenge. Forget, forget. He isn't strong enough for that, so he decides on the latter. Revenge. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The night is darker than usual as many await for the rain to fall. In

As soon as he sat down in the school canteen, William ordered two smoothies that Martha likes to drink the most. “Give me two avocado smoothies.” “Two avocado smoothies.” The saleswoman at the canteen repeated them again to keep it in mind. This is a habit from the first time William and Martha met. William continued to turn to Hui Min and asked, "Tell me." "Say what?" Martha looked at William in bewilderment. William's face was angry: "Then why is she always moody and poor at school?" Martha lowered his face and said nothing, everything to her was really difficult to say in words. Her life has changed since moving into this new house. It's gorgeous, the air is fresh, the air is clear. It's

“That little Zoe darling… she’s going to regret ever laying a finger on me. She’ll wish she’d never crossed my path. And when it’s all over—when the good doctor finally wakes up from that pathetic illusion—you’ll be there. Beautiful, patient, convenient.” She took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke like a promise. “The taste of revenge, my dear… is like a fine wine: the longer it ferments, the sweeter and stronger it becomes. Our plan will work. And when the time comes… no one will stop us.”

Blackness. Total blackness. He wasn't supposed to die now. Not yet. Not while she was still out there— terrified, alone, touchable by that thing. But then— He tasted it. Warm. Sweet. Vanilla and moonlight. It hit his tongue like fire and salvation all at once. He swallowed, and the taste exploded again. Stronger. Deeper. Familiar in a way he couldn't explain, like a memory he never lived but always longed for.

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.