The Taste Of Revenge Novels & Stories

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 serves him right. Who knew revenge could feel this good?

"You need to be careful, I don't think it will be easy to mess up with him." "I know. I need to play with his pride first.." "I know that you're trying your best for this revenge but please don't get hurt in the process. I rather have you just kill them right away instead of playing with their emotions." "It won't be fair, Wilson. For years, Rector Reyes tortured my parents. I won't let him die easily, he needs to experience the pain first then I will kill him with my own hands." I said in a cold tone. "How about Alan? He doesn't know a thing about this, so why attacking him?"

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."

“_La vendetta è un piatto che si serve freddo."_ Revenge is a dish best served cold. The saying has always amused me. Who said it had to be cold? Why wait when the blood can be fresh and the screams still echo in the air? I prefer it hot, scorching, leaving a trail of devastation behind. The sound of my fingers drumming on the chair’s armrest flowed with a steady rhythm. But I couldn’t say the same about violence roaring in my bones.

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.

The taste of victory had only whetted my appetite, leaving me craving more. The question hung in the air, tantalizing me with its possibilities: who would be my next target? Whose life would I unravel next? The possibilities were endless, and with each passing moment, my desire for retribution grew stronger. I prepared for my next move, I couldn't help but revel in the power I now held. The world was my stage, and I was the master of the play. The question remained: who would be my next victim? Whose downfall would mark the next chapter in my story of revenge?

Darla Revenge is a slow burn, a fire that starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads until it consumes you whole. People warn against it, say it will rot you from the inside out, but what they don’t tell you is how exhilarating it feels. The rush. The satisfaction. The raw power of watching the people who wronged you crumble beneath the weight of their own sins. I never knew how intoxicating it could be—until tonight. The way their expressions twisted, shifting from shock to anger, and finally settling into pure hatred. At least, hers did.

He was going to collect everything they had, that they had very invested. Rage boiled his blood as the car stayed silent, with him still gazing at the streets looking for nothing in particular. He made up his mind that he as going to fuck a girl to extinction to celebrate his incoming victory as he tasted it in his mouth. Revenge was sweeter than what they portrayed it to be. "Get me the best girl and a bottle of martini. I want her over your shoulders. Do you understand me?" Stefan asked and the man dared not answer in any other way asides from nodding.

I froze, holding my breath as he leaned back into his chair. “Do you want revenge?” he asked, his voice now sounding more serious. “Very much so,” I replied firmly. “The best revenge isn’t by berating them in public or crying at their feet. The best revenge is by standing so much higher that they can no longer touch the hem of your dress.” Rex set down his cutlery, then interlaced his fingers on the table. The sound of the waves behind us seemed to vanish, replaced by the tension that suddenly filled the air between us.