A Novel Of Revenge Novels & Stories

Yet in her eyes burned a new fire, a promise to herself that she would no longer be a victim. Her phone buzzed with a message from Noah: "Everything is set. Tomorrow, they will know the truth." Elena took a deep breath and texted back, "We will break this cycle." She knew the journey ahead would be dangerous, but she was determined to reclaim her life and the legacy that was rightfully hers.

In that instant, I wanted to reveal her true colors to the whole world. Jason smirked smugly and reached his hand into my shirt collar. I returned my senses with a shudder. Suddenly, I kicked him hard in the groin, grabbed the thumb drive from his hands, and ran like my life depended on it! He crouched down in pain, roaring furiously at me, “You’re dead, Cheryl Summers! Let’s see how long you can stay first in the class!” When I got home, I immediately put the thumb drive into my computer.

The sun was well up over the treetops the next morning, leaving in its wake a flood of gold. But anything less like sunshine would be hard to find, as Sophia hurled herself from side to side in her bed, greatly beset with doubts. What's going on with Daniel? Why does he act so differently? That uncomfortable feeling of last night just wouldn't go away.

It dawned on me that working for Lucian wouldn’t just make my life flash before my eyes—I’d also have to witness others lose theirs. Lucian Knight wasn’t just a man to fear; he was the kind of man who could end lives in a blink of an eye. And if I was going to walk into his world, I had to accept one harsh truth: Revenge wasn’t going to be easy. I sighed, standing in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back at me. “You can do this.” I whispered, adjusting the peach shirt I’d tucked into a black above-the-knee skirt. Then I adjusted my hair behind my ears.

Elsie and her yet-to-be-revealed soulmate. My new book titled "Daggers In The Hearts: A Marriage For Revenge" will be out this weekend, along with Elsie's Story, which title is yet to be revealed. ** Daggers In The Hearts BLURB ** Orphan. Abused. Marriage. Enslaved. And now, Revenge! When Zhanna was fifteen, she lost her parents and her uncle took her in.

I asked inside my mind. I stretched my mimic muscles forming a dumb smile, trying to find the words to describe my novel, that wouldn't give him any stupid ideas… But, I instantly got tired of making it all too complicated. “It's about revenge. My main character lost his loved one and he kills everyone who was the part of the plot,” I stated, letting it all go. After all, there were a lot of stories like that before. Acting suspicious about the subject of my novel could only make my situation worse.

The comet, now the size of a hill, continued its course towards Gulistan Palace, but Sikandar had other pressing matters. “What do you mean I don’t win?” He asked, confused. You might want to talk to me inside your head. Sikandar looked around, seeing Ayesha, Salman and Faizi giving him concerned looks. Aarif, Shaan and Meeran stood by watching him with interest. ‘Good guys always win.’ Most of the time and that’s the issue. The world of web novels is filled with revenge stories where the protagonist gets the last laugh and a happy ending. It’s time we delivered a revenge story where the hero loses. The author came up with the idea and I agree with her.

Desperate. Until Dante caught him too. Unless she found a way to stop him first. Novalee closed her eyes and made herself a promise. This wasn't over. Greysen's death wouldn't be for nothing. She would survive. She would endure. She would learn. And one day—one day—she would kill Dante Santoro with her own hands. Or die trying. The helicopter flew on into the rising sun. And Novalee Carter, broken but not beaten, began planning her revenge.

Test tubes, vintage remedy books, solvent bottles, and microscope slides cluttered every flat surface. Luke sat cross-legged on the floor, half-buried in reference tabs and chemical databases. Isla was curled up on the couch, one arm draped lazily around a cold brew like it was her emotional support drink. "Okay," Isla said, eyeing the chaos. "Is this your villain arc… or are we witnessing Elise Ford's full-blown chem nerd renaissance?" I smiled faintly, adjusting the microscope focus. "Depends. If Lara's cream has formaldehyde donors, it's revenge. If it's just mislabeled oils, it's nostalgia."

He said each word with an emphasis that made her face burn. - W-well… – she gasped, closing her hands into fists on the table, to try to control her reactions – What if… What if Liam and Suzan aren't affected? That's what revenge is about, isn't it? - Oh, they will, don't worry. – although her posture as a whole remained unchanged, she could see that dangerous and infuriated gleam in the green eyes – After so many years in this industry, I met many people like them. When they consider someone inferior, they simply cannot bear to see them succeed in any way. Foster and Newton believe they have destroyed it. That whenever you see them you'll feel like you're nothing. But let's show them otherw