Novel & Cerita The Taste Of Revenge Pdf

"Usually I'm teaching them to survive kidnappings or active shooters. This is my first revenge training, it should be fun." ‎ ‎"Revenge training." ‎ ‎"That's what we're calling it, right? Training you to survive long enough to destroy the woman who tried to kill you?" Jade smiles. It's sharp. "Damian filled me in. I read your file. I read Aurora's file. I read all eight files. That bitch needs to burn." ‎ ‎I liked her immediately. ‎

He has given everything to that person, ready to sacrifice even his life but in the end or was it from the very beginning that the same person has never chosen him, it was her that he chose. It was her. Her He H … His body and heart are wrecked. He was broken, broken beyond fix. It was never his choice, but he did not regret becoming one. And the thin barrier of choice for a broken person? It is either Forget or Revenge. Forget, forget. He isn't strong enough for that, so he decides on the latter. Revenge. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The night is darker than usual as many await for the rain to fall. In

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.

Her need to dominate me will become her own whip. I will let her believe she has won, until victory tastes like ash in her mouth. Until she understands that possessing a man who despises you is the most solitary of prisons. I sit back on the bed, back straight. The pain is still there, but it's just background noise now. My mind is clear, strangely calm. The storm has subsided, leaving absolute determination. Revenge is not a blaze of glory. It's a slow poisoning. On the other side of the door, I imagine she's savoring her triumph. That she thinks she's tamed me.

THIRTEEN DANTE This wasn’t how it was supposed to be and the fact that I could not get the damned taste of her lips out of my mouth. The way her breasts had felt full and heavy in my hand and how much I had enjoyed… No, this is not how it works. I don’t think about her this way, it is purely business and revenge… nothing more.

“Every time I watch you train, I see it—something running through your mind. Something deeper than the ocean. Something bitter. And I see it in your eyes… that hunger for revenge.” I knew it. He’s been reading me like a damn book. Well, fine. Maybe it’s time I start writing out loud. “You just said revenge. How do you know that’s what it is?” I asked, narrowing my gaze. “Because every time I look into your eyes, I see it. That thirst—for payback,” he replied calmly. Damn it. Is it really that obvious? Has revenge been leaking from my eyes this whole time? I stepped closer to him and widened my eyes dramatically.

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

And the more I wrote, the more I felt that this was the only right thing to do. When I was done, I closed the book and stared at it in satisfaction. This was only the beginning, but I knew that I was on the right track. My revenge would not be deterred by anything. Nothing could stop me now. I reached for the chocolate cake Darwis had brought, broke a small piece, and put it in my mouth. The rich sweetness brought me a momentary relief, but it couldn’t erase the bitterness I felt. I put the cake back down and stood up, staring at my reflection in the window once more.

“But what I got... was the smell of blood soaked into the fucking tiles.” His voice dropped to a cold whisper. “They say revenge is poison. That it eats you alive from the inside out.” He took a slow sip of whiskey. The ice clinked gently in the glass. “But that night? When I saw my mother’s blood staining the marble floor and my father’s mouth was still open like he wanted to scream but didn’t get the chance...” He let out a dark, hollow chuckle. His eyes were distant now, detached. “That poison tasted sweet.”

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?