A Suitable Vengeance Novels & Stories

Later that night, after everyone else had gone to bed, I found myself back at the windows, looking out over the city lights. Somewhere out there, Evan thought he was safe. Thought his fake death had bought him freedom. He had no idea what was coming. "Can't sleep?" Damian asked, appearing beside me as silently as ever. "Too much in my head," I admitted. "Anger can be fuel," Damian said carefully. "But it can't be the only thing driving you. Anger becomes vengeance, and vengeance is what The Balance warns against." "What's the difference?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Between justice and vengeance?"

, Cassie chuckled "Get out." "Cassie..." "Get out!!! I said get out!!!" Sarah shuddered and immediately grabbed her bag. Before leaving she glanced at Cassie and said, "I'm sorry" After she left, Cassie slumped into her chair. She put her head in her hands and exhaled. She knew she shouldn't have yelled at Sarah like that. She was only trying to help. But she couldn't help it. The truth was, Cassie was feeling really bad. She felt really awful. She had read through the file her private investigator had given her. And she realized there were somethings about her mother she didn't know. So many things. It made her feel she wasn't a good daughter to her when she was alive. Now that she was dead

"How do you think the best way to exact vengeance on someone?" "Using what they are most afraid of?" "What? "Do you mean love?" "Not everyone is deserving of love." "Those who cause harm or injury to others do not deserve to be loved." "Love means nothing to them." "But it's an accessory!" I tacked on. "You've just gotten it." "For some, what they fear the most may be more painful than death itself. That way, vengeance will go more smoothly. Cynthia, keep your heart and eyes open, and play your cards wisely.

Mandy barked. "Yea, I think she'll be a great profit to the band." Mandy was suffocated with shock, and was getting short of breath, "but um... You just met this loser today and we... I and Mckayla have known you since a long time." "Yea, I'd pick either of you but Trina is the singer Jackson Fellas need. I'm sorry but I pick Trina." Mandy felt bittered, she stared into his eyes boiling in fury and she turned her gaze to me. I could see the rage in her eyes, I got nervous like she was going to push me in front of a train, and I stared at the floor to avoid staring into her eyes.

"Yes. We'll help you, pathetic little creature that you are. But not because I wish to help you. Because of what you'll do to repay me." The things I'll have you doing. Chest heaving, fire lit her eyes at his provocation. Enraged that he'd dare propose such a bargain. Dare make demands on her. Go ahead, be mad. That'll just make this vengeance all the sweeter. Disseus remembered his own rage. "What lengths are you willing to go to, to save your son. For your revenge?" He asked the question directly. Forcing her to answer the question just as bluntly.

"I just said that my late foster father left a testament stating that he will pass down all of his assets, property, and wealth to me, with the only condition that I marry someone. It's unfortunate that Paul simply assumed this without realizing that my foster father had left all of his wealth to me while he was still alive." Alan is still taken aback by their talk. This man is both intelligent and dangerous. He had no right to drag an innocent girl into his ridiculous game. He is, without a doubt, a heartless person. Hatred and grudges have blinded his heart. Alan does not want to interfere with his game, but he does not like the idea of marriage. Throughout his vengeance journey, he will o

I would rather choose to hurt myself than seeing other people in pain. My passion and integrity back then led me to become a general in a battleground and to be loved by anyone. However, that love did not last long. When she came to our life, all of that had changed. She succeeded in taking everything from me, even the man I loved the most. However, I am still wondering if time will go back. Would I still rather choose to let her die in the woods and not take her back to the pack when she needs help? Knowing that she would soon betray me and would take everything away from me. Would I be selfish for once and let her soul rest in peace, dying in the most unexpected death she can ever think? W

Each of them had pursued their own selfish desires, yet all they ended up with was nothing. I confronted my mother one last time, asking how it felt to dote on a daughter who was nothing more than evidence of her husband's infidelity. If only she had treated me with kindness, I might have cared for her in her old age. But greed and selfishness clouded her judgment, leaving her to reap the bitter fruits of her actions. After the law served justice for their crimes, I exacted revenge for the pain they had inflicted on me in my past life. It took twenty years to complete this vendetta, but now, my future was bright and unburdened.

He began to step forward, his movements silent, lethal, and entirely professional. The moment his back was turned to her, Elena lunged out of the shadows. With a fierce, raw scream born of pure maternal desperation, she swung the heavy crystal decanter with everything she had, aiming straight for the back of his head. Vance’s elite reflexes saved his life. Sensing the sudden displacement of air, he instinctively ducked and spun on his heel. The crystal decanter missed his skull, smashing violently against his reinforced shoulder pad instead. The thick glass shattered with a loud, exploding crash, sending amber liquid and sharp shards flying across the dark room.

"Victori‍a thinks she h​a​s w‌on because she sep​arated us. S​h‍e thinks I’​ll hide, that I’ll⁠ trade⁠ the d‌eeds for his‌ l​ife, or that‌ I’ll si‌mply fade awa⁠y into the⁠ shadow of the empir⁠e like a forgotte‌n footn​ote. S⁠h​e’s‌ wrong. I​’‍m going to show her exactly what happens w​he‍n you take a preda‍tor away from the onl​y person who can keep its rage from consuming the entire w‌orld‍." I looked down at the em⁠pty p⁠a‌g‍e in‍ the led⁠ger. I didn't write a coord‌inate. I didn't write a name. I dre‍w a symbol—the‍ mark of the Chen, t‍h‍e anci​ent, f​orbi‍dden character for *Venge‌ance*. It looked jagged, hungry, and alive​ under th​e dim int⁠erior l⁠ig‌ht of the car.