The Taste Of Revenge Novels & Stories

SWEET REVENGE. XENIA'S POV. I shouldn't be a mess in my second life after the first was filled with hatred and manipulation. My past life's traumas still fuel my hatred, and the turmoil within me is palpable. I stood in the garden, surrounded by a riot of colorful flowers, my gaze lingering on each bloom. A sly smile spread across my face as I savored the sweet taste of revenge. A gentle breeze rustled the flowers, and I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. My head snapped up, my eyes scanned the garden, and that's when I saw him. Rico. My mate, My enemy.

“For good.” Marcus smiled like a man sealing a business deal. “Then it’s done.” He closed the laptop, poured me another drink, and raised his glass. “To revenge,” he said. I clinked my glass against his, the sound sharp and final. “To revenge.” As I drank, I felt the burn slide down my throat, like fire cleansing everything inside me. For the first time in weeks, I felt something that almost resembled peace. Almost. But deep down, a small part of me — the last piece of the girl I used to be — whispered that this was a line I could never uncross.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

Disdain flashed across her eyes, though she was forced to maintain the smile. "Mr. Jones, let's talk about the contract…" "I'll sign it!" Mr. Jones then pointed at a bottle of vodka, which contained 53% alcohol by volume. "That is, if you down that bottle." Ramona's smile froze on her face. Vodka with 53% ABV would definitely kill her if she were to down one of those bottles in one go. But she dared not turn Mr. Jones down. All she could do was act coquettish in front of him.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

Prologue A 15 year old boy Liam Lautner who lived with his parents. They lived a happy life until their lives became upside down and a ruthless mafia boss named Marcus Davila killed his parents and sent the innocent boy to jail for killing his own parents. After 11 years when he returns to the city from the central jail Liam plans to meet his old friend Steve. Steven Manifold the son of one of the biggest company owner James Manifold. He decides to take revenge on his parents murderers and collects each and every information about him. They found out that Marcus is very sick and is near to death sooner or later he is going to pass away.

Then, the question hit me like a bolt of lightning;Where am I? I tried to steady my breathing as my eyes scanned around the room, Landing on the silver coated mirror and my breathing hitched. I was completely naked. The curtain slipped from my fingers, but I didn’t care. My reflection stared back at me, eyes wide, lips parted. My body was littered with marks—faint red bruises blooming on my neck, between my breasts, on my thighs. And just like that, it all came flooding back. Last night. The party. The drinking. The way I sneaked out of the kitchen—leaving my mother behind, roasting duck and humming under her breath—just to get a taste of what it felt like to be seen. To be someone.

Xavier crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door. Seeing Bianca who just didn't answer, Xavier became very angry. He approached Bianca and immediately threw away the ointment that was in front of Bianca. "You should be taught a lesson, bitch." Hearing that, Bianca bravely returned Xavier's gaze sharply. "Watch your mouth before I rip it off!" Xavier chuckled, suddenly he grabbed Bianca's hair. "Try it, if you can do it," Xavier said defiantly. The anger that had been suppressed for the past few days seemed to give Bianca strength. Bianca quickly grabbed Xavier's other hand and immediately bit Xavier.

It annoyed me because I could succumb to how good he tasted, so I acted on instinct and bit down on his bottom lip as hard as I could, feeling the satisfaction as he groaned in pain. It felt good to hurt me, doesn't it? I could get revenge even if I couldn't pull the trigger. I didn't let go until I tasted his blood in my mouth. "Fuck," he spat, enraged, wiping his lip with his free hand. His blood was dripping from my mouth onto my chest as I smirked defiantly. "You want rough? I'll give you roughly."

The call ended. Ava stared at the black screen, nails digging into her palms until her eyes burned. She knew she was in trouble. Not because of the money, or her mother’s life. But because in that moment, when Landon had pressed her against the glass, forcing her to watch New York burn beneath her, she had tasted the sweetness of revenge. And the sweetness of being utterly possessed. Terrifyingly, she wanted to taste it again. Dawn broke, pale as a fish's belly. Ava threw the phone into the trash. She lit a new cigarette and this time, she inhaled deeply.