Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge Art Novels & Stories

His flawless face looked as if he had sucked the essence of a demon, just lacking the light emitting out of his body. "Ah Robin, hot hot hot…" Franc was stunned at what he saw and got scalded by the hot piping coffee. Robin turned to look sceptically at his good friend sitting opposite, who was obviously astonished. Franc still felt that even when this guy made sarcastic remarks at him, he was still very good looking! Franc slammed the coffee he was holding onto the table, "Curses! 9th brother! Be truthful! What did you do last night? Were you reducing yin and nourishing yang?

The moment I set my eyes on her, flashbacks of how those painful but sweet memories of our past lingered in my mind, scratching the wounds, which I thought were healed, deeper. My chest tightened as my saunters became heavy. I planned it all along. These were all part of my five years scheme. These were all part of my revenge. To make her suffer...

My mind conjures an image of a little dark hair and dark grey eyes, a little boy who likes sad music. “How are you feeling now?” He asks when we're back in the room. He switches on a sidelight. “I'm pretty good…just that shit feels unreal.” “What feels unreal?” “I mean…getting my license back, Aurora is finally getting what she deserves, and Rubi…even though she might never work with me anymore…she's…I don't know I feel sorry for her. Xavier…wheew, I'm slowly getting my revenge.” He's looking at me intently with his dark grey eyes and slightly damp hair.

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “I do love him. You know nothing about me, Nicholas Chavez.” “Then why are you here? Why didn't you stop me when I-” “This is just my little way of getting my revenge. And guess what? It's a sweet revenge. The sweetest one you'd ever get.” I chuckled without looking at him, putting on my shoes. He stood up and grabbed my waist roughly. “You're mine, and mine only. Damon is dead, Kiara.” I groaned in pain, feeling a sharp twist in my chest at the mention of Damon's death. “What did you do to him?” I said coldly, my eyes blazing with hot tears that were about to fall.

Artin asked again, glaring at him, holding his thighs. “I have a lot of work tomorrow, pup,” Santino replied, glaring him back. All of a sudden, Artin pinched at his thigh as hard as he could. Santino hissed in pain because he was wearing a loose t-shirt and a boxer. Artin had pinched at his naked skin with his growing nails. “I WANT SW..SWEETS.” Artin demanded. “No.” Santino denied it and hissed in pain again when Artin started digging his nails into his bare skin. “Fine. Fine. I will get sweets for you if you will say sorry.”

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?

People are attracted with his personality. Just like when we were still in elementary. He never changed. Later on, Rhean joined the on going commotion. She is one of our pretty classmates. Rhean seemed to be enjoying Kai's company. Then for a moment, Kai looked at me. He then planted his evil smirk and evil stares. Those eyes! Those eyes and stares are what makes me feel so darn defeated. "Let's grab lunch later okay?" Trix blurted out of nowhere. This girl should learn how to behave well.

"You are the most gorgeous pregnant woman Mrs. Samaniego and I love you so much!" I couldn't be happier. He had me and he was mine for life. Our obsession for each other gave fire to our relationship. We always thought about each other all the time. I was is confident that I didn't need to seduce him but I wanted to. It gave me a kind of high knowing that Trevor always found me beautiful and desirable though I felt ugly now that I was pregnant again. I rejected him and he gave me a sweet revenge which led us to this sweet and blissful life. Our ugly past ended into a happy ever after.

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.