Best Books About Revenge Novels & Stories

One review from a law professor resonated particularly: "Matthew's book should be required reading for every prosecutor, every judge, every law student. It demonstrates the human cost of treating cases as statistics and defendants as abstractions. This is what manufactured justice looks like from the inside." The Second Chances Initiative used the book's success to raise additional funds. Wakes matched every dollar donated dollar-for-dollar, turning Blake's story into concrete help for others facing similar injustices. Morrison had wanted to destroy Blake. Instead, he'd created an advocate, a bestselling author, and a voice for systemic reform. Sometimes, revenge backfires spectacularly.

I added, my voice low but sharp enough to make the air in the hallway turn to ice, "always pays its debts. Whether they're paid in blood, or in cash." Ava Russo thought she could take the money and run. She should have known better. Traitors don't get happy endings. Their fate was sealed the moment they chose to deal with us. Marco nodded and walked away. Dante didn't follow. He remained by my side, his eyes still on Robin in the monitor. "Do you regret it?" he asked. "Regret what?" "Not making him suffer more." For the first time, I let out a real smile. Not a cold one, but one of genuine relief.

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

but Michael wasn't paying attention, so he continued. By that point, he had reached the most distressing aspect of his memories, and all he wanted to do was put it behind him. "When I found out about the abortion," he went on with grim quietness, "all I could think of was that you were more like my mother than I'd thought. I told myself I hated you, and when you ran away, I began to plan revenge. A child seemed the perfect way since I was certain you didn't want one, and learning that I'd lost one made me realize how much I wanted to be a father. I thought I could accomplish both goals at once-getting even with you and starting a family at the same time. I didn't think I'd ever find another

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

Not after the way I left. There are things I left behind, unfinished business, and I am more than capable of dealing with them now. People always say revenge is dangerous. That it’s a poison, a fire that consumes everything in its path, including the one who wields it. They warn you about how demanding it is, how it strips away your soul piece by piece. But what they don’t tell you, what no one ever admits, is how thrilling it is. How satisfying it is to watch everything unfold exactly the way you planned.

Honestly, from what I’d pieced together about their world and their family, I wouldn’t want to f*ck with them, and the longer I stayed here, the more I felt like a ticking time bomb. What if there’s an attack? What if I become collateral damage in a war I didn’t choose, and get caught in a crossfire? Or worse, what if I get kidnapped? My stomach twisted into tight knots and my chest squeezed itself into a panic ball. This was way above my pay grade.... If only I had any. I needed to talk to Gabriel. I had to convince him to take me back to my Papa. I would work my butt off until I pay back every penny gave El Diablo. I wasn’t cut out for this life....guns, gangs and revenge.

He's not the only one with secrets. "Are you trying to cause trouble?" snapped Sophia, raising her voice. "None at all," Laura replied innocently. "But you do know how cruel the world is, right? They say blood is thicker than water, but then sometimes family can be wrong. You deserve to be happy, not just loyal." As Sophia continued to listen, her heartbeat began to quicken. But my family has always been there for me, she now contested, her fists clenched. "Of course, but what about your happiness? What if your family is not the right path for you?" Laura added as an evil sparkle danced in her eyes.

she declared. I was heartbroken when I heard this, and that was when Evonne pushed me off the sidewalk and into traffic. Immediately after that incident, I was reincarnated to the day I bought Evonne a piano. She was glaring at me with disdain. "If you don't want to buy it, just say so. There's no need to humiliate me like this." I let out a dismissive scoff. "Am I the one who's humiliating you, or are you the shameless one? You beg for food but complain that it's cold. You're worse than those stray dogs on the streets. At least they show gratitude after getting scraps."

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.