Books On Revenge Novels & Stories

The man inquired. “Now,” Robert answered. “So quick?” The man questioned. “Yes, and thank you all for everything.” “Just a little more minutes while I packed some cakes and fruit berries for you.” “Take this,”The man said. “What is that for?” Robert questioned. “It's a map.” “Whoa! Thank you.” Robert expressed his gratitude. “You don't need to, I believe you will one day be stronger and will surely rise, but easy never pay vengeance with vengeance, nor evil with evil or either bad with bad.” The man said to him.

Words of confidence and assurance of winning being thrown at him. THEME OF REVENGE Theme of revenge is a back up theme of Good vs Evil. Either evil came back as revenge for what those claiming to be good did sometime in the last or good returned to revenge for what evil did sometime in the past. Most of the characters although didn't live to exert their revenge, characters like Silva or Hilda.

So, feel free to write what you think in the comment section! I have one more announcement for you guys, that I am planning to make a book series called Revenge Series. I plan to make it consist of three books with the theme "Revenge" with different characters in each book. However, I will still try to include the interconnectedness of all the characters, even though it will only be a little visible. Once again, I would like to thank you all for your support! You have no idea how much I love you guys! With love, Anne Joyce

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

It was scarier and I didn’t want to mess with that. "Sean you visited the inn?" I wanted to know if it was him then I think one of my worries will be less. "Oh so they told you but I don't care. Amelia, do you want to know what is going to happen next?" I nodded my head wiping my tears praying that Sean would calm down and listen to me. "I am going to take revenge for what you did. And I am going to do it openly because I am not cheap like you to pretend like you are in love and then betray me."

"It was you, wasn't it? You deliberately made them come after me! You told them about my university and revealed where I was hiding, didn't you? You ruined me, and now I'm going to kill you!" He lunged at me with a knife, but before he could reach me, Steve, who was desperate for money to save his son, kicked Yves away. Steve, no longer the kind-looking man he once was, now looked vicious as he shouted, "Get out of the way, Yves! You're useless! If you kill him, how will I get the ransom money?"

She would keep fighting, keep scheming, until she claimed her freedom and brought Victor to his knees. But as she turned to leave, she caught sight of something that made her heart skip a beat. A small, leather-bound book lay on the floor, its pages open to a passage that seemed to leap out at her. It was a quote, penned in Victor's own handwriting, and it seemed to mock her very defiance. "The greatest revenge is to outlive your enemies." Ivy's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with a newfound determination. She would outlive Victor; she would outlast him. And she would make sure that he knew it.

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke in that low, calm voice that always carried weight. “You’re a smart woman. I know you can do this. But you just need to be careful, and know this.” He paused. “Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken

Exelle With a devious smile on my face, I settled into the backseat of the car, my eyes fixated on the contents of my black leather notebook. Revenge 101, it was appropriately titled, for within its pages lay all the meticulously crafted plans I had concocted for them. The car whisked me away to the venue of the grand party, the excitement bubbling inside me like that of a mischievous child. Oh, how I had missed the thrill of playing these childish games of revenge during my time on Earth. It was a sensation I had come to relish, and as I indulged in a mental laugh, I reveled in the delicious anticipation of what lay ahead.

And I felt something rising in my chest that was enormous and burning and had nowhere to go, and I didn't try to contain it. "I want to destroy them," I said. "Every single one of them. I want —" "Ivonne," Thorin said sharply. "Stop. Look at me." I couldn't look at him. I could only look at Seraphina, who was watching me with those steady, ancient eyes, and I said, "How do I get revenge? Tell me. Whatever it takes." "Ivonne, don't —" Thorin started. "Tell me," I said again, directly to the girl.