All Chapters of Revenge To The Devil: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mozart! He was one of my favorite composers, not because of his melodious tunes, but the nobility and purity of heart he showed throughout his suffering. Although he was never comforted by the outside world, he was willing to use his soothing melodies for the relief of others.Aft

In the two years at the orphanage, I never said a word. When I was hungry, I would take some food from the table, and when I am tired, I would sleep on the bed for a while. I spent the rest of the time hiding in the corner of the room, holding my knees facing the dusty windows. Everyone thought I was a fool, and locked me in a narrow room in case I ran around. No one cared about me or even bothered glancing at me, except for the little boy who brought food to my room every day. He told me his name was Steven Luo.I never looked at him carefully until one stormy night. On that rainy night, I held my body in terror, with my back against the wall. The chain on the door was struck by the wind, I dared not move nor speak. When the door opened, Steven came in, his entire body drenched. He squatted down beside me and saw me trembling and a

I sat on the corner of my bed, staring out at the stars, late at night. Hatred engraved in my heart, my chest was beating violently, and I felt so frightened and confused. I heard footsteps outside and that’s what got me into such a state…I knew exactly who it was.As the door opened, I saw Jonathan approaching, I heard each step clearly under the light of the full moon. I dared not move, biting my finger, I stared at his every move, trembling. He stood beside me, looking down into my eyes. He sensed my fear, and he smiled gently saying, "Are you afraid of me?”I nodded uneasily and lowered my head to avoid looking at him. "If you obey me, I won't hurt you," he said. My heart was

Aimlessly, another two years went by.I sat at the piano at the age of fifteen. The keys were dancing under my fingertips, melodies echoing in the gentle light. I practiced piano music for more than half a year, to give him a surprise on his birthday. I turned slowly to Jonathan, who was on the sofa, where he shook his red wine glass and I watched the red wine in the sunlight, rotating and glowing in the glass...For a seven-year-old child, his face seemed very handsome; for a girl of fifteen, his appearance was exquisite and attractive, wisdom flowed from his eyes. Especially, when he half-closed his eyes, which exuded a look of malevolence, I could almost smell the deadly evil, like I was under a spell.

When my teacher insisted on making a home visit, I told her that I was an orphan. After rummaging through my files and having ensured no record of a guardian, she decided on her punishment and even shouted at me in front of the whole class.One morning, while Vicky and I were waiting for a class break in the afternoon, we read a tedious romance novel together. When I asked if she wanted to grab a bite to eat, she responded, tears in her eyes, still immersed in the plot," Wait a minute, until I finish this paragraph... "While eating in the canteen, I was curious as to why her eyes were red and swollen and asked, "Are you so touched?""How nice this man is to give up eve