Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge Gerard Way Novels & Stories

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."

I didn’t breathe. My nipples were painfully hard now. The ache between my legs had turned into a steady, pulsing need. I wanted to lean into him. I wanted to hate him for it. Instead, I stood frozen, fighting to keep my expression neutral while my body screamed for the man I was supposed to forget. Dominic’s eyes darkened, like he could sense exactly what was happening to me. “The offer stands,” he said, stepping back. “Three times the pay. No pressure.” It felt like pressure. Delicious, dangerous pressure.

She is positioned on her knees in front of Devilo’s throne and the wolves keep shouting. Devilio gets up from his large throne and everyone keeps quiet. It is so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The only sound Kayola can hear is the thudding sound of her heart. “I gathered you here today to announce to you that we have finally and totally gotten revenge on our enemies. I called you all here to see how I, Devilio, the son of the late Alpha Alexander, treat anyone who steps on my toes. You see, about twenty-three years ago, the father of this bitch kneeling before me, killed my father, and it took me twenty-two full years to get my revenge and trust me, it feels good!”

I hated him for being so perfect. I didn’t know that the more that the days passed I find myself in the thought of wanting to beat him up. Just a child’s thought of revenge for beating me in academics and sports. And that’s what I did. We were Grade 3 then when I did the most terrible thing that I could do to him. After that, he left our school. And I was sent to another area . It’s almost 8 years but I can still remember what I did to him. I tried to forget what I did but for some reason I still feel guilty, even to this day.

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

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

GET the revenge body ✔️ Take over his company ✔️ Ruin any girl who gets romantically involved with him ✔️✔️✔️ Her revenge list was all ticked. She was supposed to be drinking, laughing, and savouring the taste of sweet revenge. But she did none of that, because revenge was not sweet... not as sweet as she had expected. Thomas was married, Aiden had cancelled their date earlier for a hot official matter, everyone was happy but her.

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.

He had inherited that habit from weak men, mistaking calm posture for actual control. Still, he was useful. For now. On the screen mounted across the wall, another clip of Florida’s public apology replayed. Tears. Trembling voice. Claims of pressure. Claims of mental strain. Claims of regret. I muted it halfway through. “Get rid of that lowlife,” I said. Derrick barely glanced at the screen. “You’re being dramatic.” “I’m being practical.” I rose from my chair and walked toward the bar cart, pouring myself a fresh drink though I hadn’t finished the first. Sometimes the gesture mattered more than the drink.

one of the elders began. "We shouldn't have let greed overshadow our judgement. We are truly sorry..." "This pack doesn't welcome traitors!" Vincenzo growled. His angry voice boomed above the crowd’s murmurs, and everywhere became extremely silent. Everyone bowed respectfully. The corrupt elders, on the other hand, buried their faces on the ground and were trembling in fear. Jeff, Vincenzo's father, looked at him proudly and said to himself, That's the voice of a King! "These are a bunch of traitors, and I hereby banish them from this pack!" Vincenzo said.