The Taste Of Revenge Novels & Stories

Her thirst for Aiden’s blood grew stronger by the moment, the need for revenge smoldering in her soul like a dying ember Seeing the raw emotion in Taylor’s eyes, Scarlett released her embrace and grasped her hand. With a solemn tone, she began to speak, “Watching him fall will be sweeter than swift revenge. Revenge, after all, is a dish best served cold.” Taylor’s face lit up as a wicked thought crossed her mind. “What if we made him suffer a little every day? That way, we can enjoy his downfall without ending things too quickly,” she suggested, a sinister smile creeping across her lips. “Yeah, let's have it your way,” Scarlett smirked

After hanging up, I collapsed to the floor as if I'd expended 15 years' worth of energy at once. 15 years. I'd waited 15 years for this. Dad, did you know? This lowly insect had finally found a blade fit for its revenge, and it was now about to transform into a vengeful demon.

I nodded easing up as if I was gonna get up, his hands left my shoulders and he relaxed back into his chair. Moving quickly I placed him into my mouth moaning at his taste, I could feel him harden even more in my mouth and I smiled. Who knew revenge could taste so sickly sweet. I continued sucking and stroking him, but I wasn’t hearing him talking, pinching his thigh he jerked thrusting deeper into my mouth. I moaned, he cleared his throat and I could hear him talking again. Removing him from my mouth I licked from his tip down to the base then up again. As my tongue played with his tip I stared up at him soothing the area I had pinched with my hand. I mouthed up to him ‘Focus’ and smiled, h

Tanya screamed at me. Carrie joined in angrily, "If it weren't for that stomachache, I wouldn't have missed school for days and failed my exams! You ruined my life!" I yelled back, "That seafood was freshly caught by my friend and sent to me for my own consumption! I was cooking it for myself, but your daughter took it without asking!" Tanya glared at me and sneered, "We don't care for your disgusting seafood! What's important is that you sold us unhygienic food! Pay up!"

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

He never forgets to kiss my face, especially every time he goes to work. I closed my eyes as I felt a tear fall from my eyes. I thought everything was now okay. I got everything—Styx's wealth, his trust. I thought I would be happy after that, but I still couldn't find the joy I expected to feel. It's like there's still something missing that I can't fill and that even revenge can't cover up. I thought that when I recovered, I would be happy again. I will be able to laugh again without carrying any anger in my heart.

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

"I won't heal. But I will endure." "Endure. I like that." Elion closed his eyes. He imagined Lysander’s face when they walked back into the mansion. He imagined the shock. The fear. He imagined Cale standing at the altar, broken but unbowed. "Hey, Cale?" "Yes?" "Does revenge have a taste?" Cale thought about it. "I don't know," Cale whispered. "But I imagine it tastes like ash." "Then we'll feast on it." And in the dirty motel room, under the buzzing neon sign, they slept.

I simply kept walking, head high, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. Revenge tasted sweeter than I ever imagined. Now… it was time to finish what I started with Helene, then we call it a revenge.