The Taste Of Revenge 소설 & 이야기

Bruce asked further " I thought you said you were pure!" Shaw stressed " Fine! Am not! Am harbouring a revenge in me!" Jasper spilled out angrily " Revenge!" Bruce muttered "Revenge for what? Why?" Shaw added "My sister was raped and killed by my close friends and I have to avenge her death!" Jasper raised his voice angrily " Urn" Bruce and shaw was shocked as they felt annoyed instantly "That's why your eyes were red!" Shaw added " What do you mean?" Jasper asked curiously

My teeth ached from gripping. Revenge is not a single strike. It is a long, patient thing that makes small demands until the edifice collapses. I had reach. I had time. And when I said I had nothing left to lose, the truth of it stung my tongue like salt. ************ AUTHOR’S NOTE Hi beautiful readers,

Something twisted in his chest. His fingers gripped the coat tighter. Knuckles white. Throat burning. Was this what he wanted? Revenge? Retribution? But then… His lips curled. Because pain? Pain was the price of pride. And vengeance? Vengeance was finally, exquisitely sweet. But the next words he would hear, Will completely Shattered him.

After a split second, he had her held hopelessly beneath him, and he glared menacingly down at her during the entire ordeal. He muttered in a frightening tone, "You're right, woman," as she resisted and laughed while being held down by him. He held her wrists while he lifted himself slightly to cast a leering, appraising view over her body. He said, "Taking you to court might be a little drastic, but I am entitled to some revenge for the torture you've put me through these past months, and I think I know just how to go about it." He said this as he raked a leering, appraising eye over her body. He asked the question in a tone that suggested he was a prosecuting attorney with sensual cravings

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 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

The only reason I hadn't until now was because I recognised the part that was drawn to her and whatever those files revealed of her past, I didn't want it to interrupt with my revenge plans for my sister. White spurts of my come splashed on her face, decorating her cheek, chin and the corner of her mouth. I watched as her tongue darted out and licked the corner of her lips and she closed her eyes, tasting me like it was some tasty fûcking dessert. A look of pure bliss crossed her face before she schooled her features and looked at me. I almost smiled. She was fûcking perfect. And day by day it was getting hard to consider her nothing but a pawn in my revenge. Fûck.

Reese would have nothing. Cynthia glanced at me, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Ready to destroy them?” I smiled, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “More than ready.” It was time for revenge. And nothing could stop us now. I could already taste the victory. The sweet, intoxicating taste of revenge.

“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.”

He gave me a small, knowing smile, then told his men to escort my former friend out. I watched her go—defeated again. And still, all I felt was bitterness sitting heavy on my tongue. “You know,” I said quietly, forcing a faint smile, “the aftertaste can ruin even the sweetest first impression.” “That’s inevitable,” he replied. “Revenge feels sweet at first. Then the bitterness sets in—and that’s what stays with you.” “I don’t regret it. Not for a second.” I crossed my arms. “I’ll never regret putting that bitch in her place. If not me, then who?”