Revenge Novels & Stories

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.

He asked. " Because I don't want myself to forget that I spoilt my whole life for a cheap man like you... Who even wants to cheat on his pregnant wife? I want to keep reminding myself that I deserve to be punished like this for betraying my parents' trust and trusting you over them. I hate you, Liam. I would have killed you but that woman in your house seems to be a nice woman. I don't want to hurt her for something that you did. Now please get lost and don't bother to come again. " I said and left.

She had even told him to die. Now that she thought about it, she realized just how foolish she had been. She had never seen through Victoria’s plan. Everything that had happened had been carefully arranged by her. At that thought, Evelyn slowly stood up from the floor. Her eyes hardened. If God had truly taken pity on her and given her another chance at life, then she would make sure everyone who had hurt her paid twice the price. She wanted Victoria to pay for what she had done. She wanted to use Victoria’s downfall to honor the child she had lost, the woman she had been in her previous life…

“You’ll pay the consequences. You’ll pay for snatching my Ned, Noelle. I’ll destroy your whole life, Noelle Spraggins. I’ll make you begging for mercy.” Gripping tissue in her hand she clenched her teeth angrily, letting furious tears out of her eyes. She had retained so much hatred for the Spraggins family. She could feel her whole body throbbing with anger. She wanted revenge. She was so blinded by revenge that she was unable to differentiate between what was good and what was bad for her.

She then leaned closer, he’d hand brushing Sophia’s arm with calculated tenderness. “Good.” She murmured. “Hold onto that. Hatred will give you strength. But don’t waste it on despair. Let it become something greater–revenge.” The word slipped into Sophia’s war like a serpent and if cooked around her heart. Revenge. Sweet revenge. The idea struck her with the clarity of ice water. “Revenge.” Sophia echoed, her voice steadier this time, almost certain. “He deserves it.”

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actuall

but Michael wasn't paying attention, so he continued. By that point, he had reached the most distressing aspect of his memories, and all he wanted to do was put it behind him. "When I found out about the abortion," he went on with grim quietness, "all I could think of was that you were more like my mother than I'd thought. I told myself I hated you, and when you ran away, I began to plan revenge. A child seemed the perfect way since I was certain you didn't want one, and learning that I'd lost one made me realize how much I wanted to be a father. I thought I could accomplish both goals at once-getting even with you and starting a family at the same time. I did

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

My plan will unfold mercilessly, and no one will stand in my way. Inside me, I vow to make their lives unbearable. I will use every opportunity, every weakness I find in them, to crush them, to make them regret crossing my path. I won't stop until they have paid for what they did to us. Anger consumes me, but it also gives me strength. Now is the time to act, to reveal the next phase of our plan and carry out the revenge I so deeply desire. Habbab and Melek's life will be a true hell, and I will be responsible for their downfall.