Novel & Cerita Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge Art

Evander looked stunned too as I could read his facial expression like one who wasn't expecting a positive response from me. I wore pride on my face and I love how he grinned. "I'd get everything ready visen for the declaration" he added and I found myself smiling at him. But I shouldn't, not so quick, I was here for revenge. "What viz? That was a slip of tongue right?" Cahir snaps with a serious gaze as he stood up from his chair. I quickly stood to debunk his judgement. If my reply hurts his pride, that's for him to handle. He was burning at evander who I felt was trying so hard to hold back his annoying wolf from morphing out. Rather than returning rage for rage, I placed a wry smile, keep

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

They used to ask me many questions about her, and I used to tell them all about my mother. I want her memory to be carried on through the family. That is why I like to give them the art. The pieces are timeless. They are also worth a lot of money. My mother's jewelry will be split between Bella and Norma. I want all of them to remember her like I will never forget her. I like them to tell their children one day about her, about how my own father and his girlfriend murdered her. I want them to know about how awful they were. I also like my grandchildren to remember how beautiful she was. I had my revenge, and I understand it was not what I suspected it should be. I thought it would give me cl

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.

I drove towards the beach because in a few minutes, the sun will rise and I want to see my last sunrise before having my revenge later on at night. As soon as I arrived at the beach, I got off my motorbike. I took off my helmet and sat down on the sand feeling the cold sea breeze. I closed my eyes and tears started to come out from my eyes remembering why I'm starting my revenge today. I got up and opened up the seat cushion of my motor bike. I looked at the small brown envelope and took it out. I walked slowly towards the water and closed my eyes praying for my sanity to go for revenge.

The sound echoed like a thunderclap, the bullet ricocheting harmlessly into the wall. Silence fell, broken only by The Reaper’s laughter. “Well, that’s one way to make an entrance,” he drawled, his tone drooping with amusement. Victor stared at me, his face a mask of shock and something else—something I couldn’t place. The man with the briefcase, however, was livid. “Where is it?” he demanded, his gun now aimed at The Reaper. “The flash drive. Where is it?” My ears perked up. Flash drive?

Kenneth humiliated you. What if this is your chance to make him suffer? I exhaled slowly, gripping the card. Maybe revenge wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

If I had known this before taking it, I wouldn't have done it, despite my pain I can't regret what I lived with Alexander because for the first time in my life in my time with him I was really happy, but taking this picture I should have left it like this when I realized that he didn't want a picture. I don't know why he did this to me or if I do, but what hurts me the most is that to hurt me he used something I wanted as a good memory, I told him and he didn't care, he didn't care at all. And now I have to question myself if in everything we lived through he always acted, because if he did he is the best actor in the fucking world we live in, because every feeling and every gesture he had w