The Taste Of Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

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...!!!!'

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

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.

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

“Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.” Dante’s entire body froze. “What?” Victor’s gaze slowly darkened. “And Peter will do the same thing to you.” Dante’s breathing immediately grew heavier. “I don’t care about that anymore,” Dante muttered quietly. Victor smirked faintly. “You can keep denying it.” The older man stared directly into Dante’s eyes now. And slowly— Dante’s anger began mixing with something far worse. Confusion. “What exactly do you know?” Dante demanded sharply.

I shrugged my shoulders, almost walking out of the room so they wouldn't think wrongly about us but stopped when he said that. "I will, very soon." He managed to say, looking away, pressing his teeth together. “Oh, now after what happened, you still want revenge? Everyone is present, why don’t you slap me here and end this charade?” I jeered, knowing my words were agonizing to him. He opened his mouth to speak but I looked dead into his eyes with my scornful smile. “Because at this point, to me, you and your fucking revenge can go to tell, Mr. Layne. I am not afraid of a pathetic man like you. In fact, show me what you can do.”