A Sinister Revenge Novels & Stories

His sharp eyes cannot be separated from the woman. "You better not bother too much thinking about what I'm going to do. Go back to university! Don't do this again or I'll confiscate all your favorite things." Lester said again seriously. The woman who was as high as Lester's chest puffed out her cheeks in disgust. "You can't do it!" She screamed irritably. Made the man in front of her let out a low snort. "You will know the consequences if you violate what I say." Lester said one last time before then the man resumed his delayed footsteps. Leaving the woman who was now staring at him with gleaming sharp eyes.

His voice was barely audible, lost in the cacophony of panic that reigned outside his window. As the night deepened, the city pulsed with a mix of scandal and anticipation. Aurora retreated into the safe cocoon of her apartment, yet even there, every shadow seemed to whisper of impending danger. She paced the length of her living room, replaying the chain of events in her mind. The satisfaction of seeing Dorian’s world crumble was undeniable, but the cryptic message gnawed at her. It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting.

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

Close enough to smell his cologne. “Because,” she said calmly, “I want revenge.” Mark frowned. “What kind of revenge?” Selina leaned closer to his ear. “The kind that hurts.” Mark swallowed. “You’re serious.” Selina looked directly into his eyes. “Completely.” Mark studied her face carefully. “You want to get back at them.” “Yes.” “And you want me involved.” Selina nodded. Mark let out a low whistle. “Damn.” Silence filled the room for a moment. Then Mark said slowly,

Hearing Janice say that warms my heart. I never had a sister, but if I did, I would genuinely want someone like her. She’s the epitome of kindness, love, and compassion. And for obvious reasons, that makes me want to avenge her. Rebecca and that fraud, Ivory Hunt, not only destroyed her, her career, and her entire future, but they also made the huge mistake of stealing what’s mine. And now they possibly cannot blame anyone but themselves for what’s coming to them, can they?

“He never jokes about anything, especially threats.” I shrugged, deciding to shove away the discussion and step into the current situation at hand. “Well, that’s the least of my worries right now.” We were at the bar section, waiting for my next target. For seven years, I’d planned my revenge on two men who’d been my recurring nightmares. First, it was Tyrique Sinclair. And the other? The one I was currently waiting for at the strip club was… Declan Hawthorne. Another mafia don. Billionaire. An underground criminal and secret assassin. Even the strongest men were scared to utter his name, and he rarely showed his face except at nights.

I think that thought made it easy for me to accept the darkness that started to surround me again, and I felt a single tear run down my cheek. The last one that would ever run down for that bastard. He had betrayed me and taken everything away from me, and even though it seems like he had won now, he had better be on his toes because I'm coming back for him. And not just him, but everyone who had done this to me. I'm coming back for blood. I embraced the darkness.

Vivian's eyes gleamed maniacally. Disgusted, Sean said, "You were just there to relieve my needs. How could I possibly be with someone like you? I've already compensated you. Stop looking for me!" Then, Sean walked toward me. "Sean Sherman, since you love her so much, join her in hell!" Vivian roared and ran toward Sean with the knife in her hand.

Their true identities are shrouded in the depths of their shared malevolence. Shadows flickered across his features, accentuating the malevolence that simmered within him. He leaned forward, his voice dripping with calculated malice. “Ah, welcome back my dear accomplice,” he sneered, his voice a venomous whisper. “I did not see you arriving. Grace me with what brought you here suddenly.” The devilish smirk grew wider, mirroring the darkness in her heart. She relished in the anticipation of the imminent destruction of her enemy, her mind consumed by a sinister plan that had been meticulously crafted.