Written In Blood She Wants Revenge Novels & Stories

She truly felt she had nothing left to live for. Scarlet walked with her head down, dejected, barely even noticing the cars. She felt, inside her, something slowly stirring, welling up. It was a slow, simmering rage, something unsatisfied, something that needed to be fulfilled. It was a desire to take revenge on something. On someone. A desire to feed. She felt her skin itching, all her senses on edge, like, she imagined, a drug addict probably felt when needing a hit. Previously, she had been able to keep it all in check. But now, she couldn’t hold it back anymore. More and more, she felt as if she were about to explode. She had a sinking feeling that once she found her next target, she’d b

She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her. She took out an envelope containing different photos of different people in it, she stared at the image with a mixture of rage and disgust. “Revenge!!!“ She yelled as she fell to the ground crying” “I'll neither sleep nor rest until you all are dead!!”

*** Sophia woke up the next morning and found herself in a strange bed and she couldn't remember how she got there. She stood up and found the bed to be stained with blood, and the waist pain was too much. "What happened to me?!" She gasped. Then everything started returning to her. She dropped her head in her palms and wept. As everything reflected back and replayed in her mind, a flood of tears streamed down her cheeks. "Darn it! How can he do this to me? That beast, I must tell my parents about this and he should get ready to rot in jail! I will never forgive him for taking away my pride so cruelly, something I have been able to preserve for years!!"

Would she start to regret having to pretend to be her boyfriend? She had been absolutely right the previous afternoon, when she'd thought that confidence wouldn't last long. Less than a day into the revenge and she was already bursting with anxiety and tension. - Not really together... - Missy reinforced, talking to her sister to try to distract her mind from those troubling ideas - It's really just to annoy... You know who. - Melissa Edith Sutton is taking revenge on someone... – Megan repeated to herself slowly – Hell must be frozen over at this hour.

Third Person POV She wasn't sure why this happened to her. One moment she thought she had everything and then it all slipped through her fingers like water slipping through cracks in a foundation. She hated them so much. She hated how they took everything from her. She wants revenge. And she will get it. And she doesn't care who she has to hurt to get what she wants. And she doesn't care how many friends she'll lose getting what she loves most, back. *** Malea's POV(A day later)

She was a prisoner, a slave branded by Dravonia’s chains, but she would never forget the faces that had forged those chains. Leander’s smug cruelty. Marissa’s calculated triumph. Ramona’s venomous betrayal. And Skye—the deepest cut of all—the man she had loved, had believed would shield her, who had stood silent as her world burned. Her pacing slowed near the balcony doors, moonlight spilling silver across her face. A slow breath steadied her. She would endure. She would rise, use River’s devotion, Winter’s inexplicable interest—until she held power no one could take. And when she held power enough, every name on that list would answer for the blood they had spilled. The child cooed softly i

Now she would use those gifts to reconstruct her world. One keystroke at a time. One dollar at a time. One carefully planned step toward the revenge that sang in her blood and the reunion that lived in her dreams. The silver wolf had graduated from student to predator. Let the world beware what it had created through cruelty. PhantomByte was online. And mercy was not in her programming.

I quickly grabbed my sponge which I had hung recklessly on a gold hook meant specifically for decoration in my bathroom. I scrubbed my body as his voice kept ringing in my head, I scrubbed every part of my body where his tongue, hands and scent lingered with the sole intention of scrubbing it off. I scrubbed aggressively and angrily, hating myself more and more for falling for Bella and allowing Elias put his dirty hands on me. Blood had begun to gush from the pores of my skin but I still felt his touch, I stopped when the pain was unbearable and I could see drops of my blood on the ground.

But what he received was a sentence from her filled with boundless resentment: "Just go, I don’t want to see you." "Hey, don't be like this, there must be some misunderstanding in all this..." "Misunderstanding? Fine, let's say it's a misunderstanding. Go back and check to see what the truth is. I'll wait for you to clarify this misunderstanding!" She lost control of her emotions and pulled out the needle from her hand. Blood seeped out from the puncture, but she didn't try to stop it. She just stared at him with eyes full of hatred: