The Taste Of Revenge นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?

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.

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.

Revenge is a slow burn—a fire that starts deep in your gut and spreads until it consumes everything in its path. People warn against it, say it will rot you from the inside out. But they never talk about the rush. The satisfaction. The raw power of watching the people who wronged you crumble under the weight of their own sins. Darla never knew how intoxicating it could be—until tonight. She had seen the way their expressions twisted—first shock, then anger, then finally settling into pure hatred.

Natalie looked at him sharply. "If you burn someone in the fire of revenge and get your own hands burned, it is not called revenge. Sweet revenge will be taken when the person you want to take revenge on burns in the fire with a fiery flame and you enjoy watching it from a distance. When you hear that person's desperate pleas for survival, you will feel the real taste of revenge. The more patient you are with taking your revenge, the sweeter the results of revenge will be. We should not be impatient," Lucian said. Hearing Lucian's words, Natalie felt that Lucian was trying to tell her something indirectly.

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

me: " if you are Hayden LI.. and the great business man.. then why did you joined as my father assistant and married me.. " Hayden: " oh you want answer.. ask your dad.. oh I just forgot to say.. from now onwards you won't go out of here... fine let me tell me.. I just joined your father company.. to take my revenge... " Listening to this, I felt like my world collapsed... ' revenge... what revenge...!!!!'

Giving him till the end of the day before I go into a full panic mode. It took me a long time to have the strength to get back up and stand on my legs again. But eventually I did. I wiped away all traces of my disgust, anger, heartbreak, and grief, and focused on one thing, and one thing only. Revenge. What do they say about it? Revenge is always sweet, it’s the aftertaste that’s bitter.

The taste of revenge was sweet on his tongue, a bitter victory that left a trail of chaos and heartbreak in its wake. As the party slowly disbanded, its once joyous atmosphere tainted by the specter of betrayal and deceit, Welbeck slipped away into the night. His mission had been accomplished, his revenge exacted with ruthless precision. But as he disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a trail of broken hearts and shattered illusions, Welbeck couldn't help but wonder if the price of revenge was truly worth it. The wounds he had inflicted ran deep, leaving behind scars that would never fully heal – a reminder of the high cost of seeking vengeance in a wo