A Novel Of Revenge Novels & Stories

‘Trust me, if it takes that long to read a person, no one would want to do it. “Are you okay?” I looked back into Tessa’s eyes, so glad I got to meet her. Now I’m one step closer to catching my mother’s killer. ‘I think I found out who murdered my mother...’ I said to Antonio. ‘I know, did you forget you’re an open book now? Hold her hand with the both of yours and finish that vision.’ I mentally nodded and placed my other hand on Tessa’s. The vision continued. “Renee? Who is she? Why would she murder your wife?” Catherine’s hand was at her throat as she swallowed hard. Frank didn’t answer right away.

’ It was completely different from the one when we met at the club, it didn't hold any intention of seduction, his eyes didn't reflect any enticement or intrigue. He had no longer any intention of seducing me but there was only one thing burning in his eyes which I flared by my one slap- Revenge.

Which meant— Victor had started approaching Dante not long after the man got out of prison. “He deliberately waited until Dante was completely broken first,” Peter muttered quietly. “Then he offered him a way out.” Aurora immediately looked up. “Does Dante know any of this?” “No.” Peter’s answer came without hesitation. “And that’s the most dangerous part.” Because Dante thought he was being helped. When in reality— Victor was only using him as a tool for revenge. The call ended a few minutes later. And the atmosphere in the room grew even heavier afterward. Aurora slowly walked toward the large window in the living room.

Anna tightened her grip on her handbag as she stepped through the enormous glass doors of Orlov Holding. The lobby was exactly what she had imagined—cold, elegant, and painfully luxurious. Polished marble floors reflected the light of the crystal chandeliers above. Everything felt perfect, expensive… and completely foreign to her world. For a brief moment she hesitated. This was the place. The place where her revenge would begin. “Miss Anna Tóth?” The voice pulled her back to reality. A receptionist with flawless makeup and a professional smile looked up from behind the large white desk.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Trees lined the roads, and the distant hills spread like a sleeping city. Niya looked back and saw Reena in the mirror. “So… what were you reading last night that made you so late?” Reena took a long breath and said, “Ugh, don’t even ask. That story’s villain is so stupid!” Niya laughed and asked, “Villain? So what kind of book were you reading?” Reena closed her eyes and said, “Man, the hero clearly says no, so why does the girl keep chasing him?

"True. But most people would at least have a good cry or break something." "I cried myself out yesterday. Today I'm in the numb acceptance phase." Isabella moved to the window, looking out at the city. "You know what's weird? I spent three years obsessing over destroying Victor. And now that it's actually happening—now that he's in prison and his empire is crumbling—I don't feel anything. No satisfaction. No triumph. Just... tired." "Revenge rarely feels as good as we think it will." "Is that from experience?"

CHAPTER 3 Cassandra drove to the familiar luxurious mansion, her former home, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She felt disgusted by what she was about to do, but the thought of avenging her parents strengthened her resolve. Antonio's name and the memory of her parents' deaths were intertwined, fueling the fire of revenge that had burned for years.

This was only the beginning of my little revenge. "This isn't you, Eleanor, this isn't you..." Eloise screamed, terrified, realizing I wouldn't intervene to protect her. "Some girls dream of living a great love story. Maybe my story isn't about love, but about revenge," I replied with a serious expression on my face. I put on my sunglasses and headed back towards my room, with the help of one of the maids, still pretending to be blind. As I walked down the hallway, I felt the weight of the choices I had made, but also the satisfaction of finally starting to settle the score. The story I was writing wasn't a love fable, but a dark tale of retribution and power. And I was just getting started.

I decided to use that and I undressed myself and got into the hot water. The water was blissfully hot and so was the book. Hot and sizzling. I was enjoying both of them just like old times at my home. I had not enjoyed a proper bath in a bathtub since I came to Canada, I missed home. But soon I lost myself in another world as the book was a hot romantic one. I was enjoying myself when I felt that someone was moving around in the room. Had Adam come back? " Simmi?? " I heard him calling my name and I was shocked as he seemed to be coming closer. I could not say anything at all.