Best Books About Revenge Novels & Stories

The principal and teachers lowered their heads in shame. Jason was quiet for a while before curling his lips into a nonchalant smirk. “Fine, I admit I was wrong for spreading rumors about you. I apologize. Are you happy now? “Don’t think I don’t know that this is just a misdemeanor. At the most I’ll be held for a week and fined a small amount. You just want money, don’t you? Then stop wasting my time and state your price.” He was right. It was precisely because the punishment was a fine that perpetrators could carry on remorselessly.

“No, I have something else in mind for him.” “What precisely?” “I haven’t worked out all the particulars yet. I’ll let you know when I do.” I have long ago learned that the best revenge didn’t involve physical pain. Hurts heal. The memory of agony diminishes over time. Better to arrange something that is a constant reminder of failings or misjudgments. “Thank you for that, for seeing that Orley will have regrets.”

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

"I couldn't. This thing does not reside inside me to hurt someone whether it be my worst enemy. It hurts, I feely guilty, that I tried to kill a human being" "It was your vengeful feelings, Zahra. Just that" "But still, why did I let myself take control of these feelings. I feel so guilty. It is against my morals" "Zahra, listen. Revenge is a very strong emotion. Even you can say the worst form of rage. And it often blinds your senses of reasoning. Revenge is a fire, which burns both persons, it really is dangerous. There is no need for you to feel guilty about this, first of all. Those emotions must have numbed your senses. It really is natural. Its not that I'm supporting the killing but i

I had doubted the truth of the book but now it was confirmed to me. Why? I dont believe in just killing my victims. Enacting revenge is more than just about the brutal, cruel murder. It must be done in accordance with the original injustice. Act for act. And first, you must suffer. Now she addressed the man standing by the door, ordering him, take her to the other room. Make sure she doesnt leave.

"Your Dad took everything from us and caused my father's death. We suffered a lot until now, and I promised to seek revenge. The sight of you every day makes me want to rip off your head and smash you against the wall. Each time you hug me, I scrub myself until I bleed. Each time you try to kiss me, I move away because I can't bear to kiss a disgusting mouth like yours. It satisfies me to see you so broken, like I've seen Cathy when our father passed away. It'll satisfy me more to see you dead." He spat, and Margarita involuntarily shivered. "I didn't do anything," she wept, shaking her head as she took several steps back. She never would have expected this turn of events. Everything was hap

"Be a successful woman and slap them with your achievements you obtained without their help---and that would be your revenge against people who don’t believe in your capabilities." And that is something I wasn't open about. All my life, I believed that getting revenge on someone was always done by doing things that would make their life even more miserable. Without even knowing while I'm wanting justice for my family, for myself and for all those unpleasant memories I had shared with Liam and his family, I'm becoming the evil I never imagined myself to be.

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

The beauty of revenge lies in the ability of the greatly offended to let known his intention to his targeted offender whilst making secret how he intends to go about serving the revenge. It's like a captured prey knowing he’d be devoured but the when and the how tears up his insides with fear. Makes him go crazy waiting for his doom to come. It gets even intense when he has, once upon a time, made prey of his now predator. Life is crazy. People hurt you and forget so quickly until it becomes your turn to retaliate, then they feign ignorance to their past crimes. “The same pound of flesh you took from me.” I deadpanned.

explained Xavier. "Why don't you just leave it to the police, let this be their business," said Maria, who did not understand her son's way of thinking. "Mom, this is not an easy thing. I want to avenge James' death. I don't want her to just sleep in prison peacefully, I want to make her suffer, hurt..." Maria felt short of breath with what her son said. "Xavier," Maria said, cutting Xavier's words. Her hand moved to grip her husband's hand that was on her shoulder.