Best Books About Revenge Novels & Stories

The words carried more weight than Marcus could understand. He studied her, this brilliant woman who'd appeared from nowhere and built miracles. "Whatever you're planning, be careful. Business revenge is one thing. Personal revenge tends to leave scars." "Who says it's revenge?" "Elena, I've watched you build this company like a weapon. Every achievement, every success…you're proving something to someone. I don't need to know who or why. Just remember that the best revenge is a life well-lived, not a life consumed by the past."

"Our companies, our marriage, our future family, that's what matters now." Julian joined me at the window, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "I'm proud of you for letting go of the hatred." "It wasn't easy to do so at first. But I just channeled all that energy into something better." I leaned back against his chest. "Every successful deal, every award, every dollar we make is proof that good people can triumph over evil." "Even if the evil people are still out there somewhere." "The best revenge isn't making your enemies suffer. It's making yourself so successful that their suffering becomes irrelevant."

“Seth has ties to the mafia. He’s a part of that life. He might be dangerous, and if he finds out that I am deceiving him, what will happen to me?” “This changes nothing, Ivy. I have told you time and time again that by choosing to take revenge against the people who hurt our family, you are choosing to put your life in danger. Whether you like it or not, this is what you’re subscribed to, and I’m not going to let you stop.” “But—” “Remember that I am more dangerous than that man. I can do worse than he will do to you, and you know this. This retribution has been a long time coming, and I would be damned if I allowed your fear to get in the way.”

As though the revenge I imagined would fill some void inside me, and instead it just revealed how deep the void really is. Greer nodded slowly. That is because revenge is not about filling voids. It is about balancing scales. And scales, once tipped, can never be truly balanced again. Something always remains, some weight that can never be accounted for. Then what is the point? Why bother with justice at all?

Because as Brian made love to me that night, I knew that we were in this for the long term. I didn't regret pranking the wrong guy. It brought me to Brian. If not for the revenge plan, I would've never met the good boy of our high school. And to think it all started with a revenge plan gone wrong. Maybe we were just destined to have something between us. THE END

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.

If I soften too early, if I fold in the face of a man’s sorrow, I may hand him the leverage he needs to undo everything. I cannot let that happen. I will test him the way the law will test him: with facts, witnesses, and records. If he truly wants to repair this, he will accept that scrutiny. Revenge is a defensive strategy. It is the only language available to someone who was rendered invisible in a previous life. I sit on the bed and breathe, counting the small practicalities. That is the work I have to do. The rest… the personal wishing, the hunger for a version of the man I loved… has to be managed and contained.

Then back at me. "Do you know what the best revenge is?" I said. Grace looked at me. The question landing differently than it would have if I'd asked without context. "What?" "Living well. Being happy. Refusing to let the people who hurt you define you. That's the best revenge. Not hurting them back. Not making them pay. Just building a life so full and so real that what they did to you becomes just one chapter of a much longer story." Grace considered this with the seriousness she brought to all significant ideas.

She wants to repair the irreparable by saving what can still be saved. And me… what do I want? I want to survive. I want my children to survive. I want to grow strong enough so that no one can ever hurt me again. And I want… I want to strike back. An eye for an eye. I want the whole city to taste the ashes of my humiliation. But revenge is a dish best served cold. It takes time. Patience. Resources. Strength. Everything I don't have. Everything Martha can give me.

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?