Revenge was not a desire for her.. It was a need for her soul.. Her pain was like an ulcer in her heart that could only be healed by a deadly weapon attacked with a sharp iron point of revenge...
I wish I could read it to you.. I wish I could make you feel all those jabbling emotions that are piercing through me while reading it.. I wish I could let you see things the way I see.. I wish I could let you in.. so much that you can actually feel all those somersaults & butterflies I'm feeling right now.
Sometimes I am dreaming, Me as a Novel Lover Whenever I will read any Novel
If I could go to that Real Novel world If I could be a part of that world If somewhere that Parallel world exists Mysterious world's memoir I can explain