Books On Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

The In Between "I still don't understand, Alaric. How is any of this relevant?" "Use your head, Livia. Have you ever heard the saying, he who seeks revenge digs two graves? Do you know why that is?" "A grave for your enemy and another for yourself because you're dooming yourself with whoever you seek revenge against. "Exactly, my girl. Revenge is close acquaintance with misery, and we know how much that bitch loves company." There was still something that bothered Livia. "After declaring war on Vanessa, what happened to us, Alaric?"

"Or maybe that's exactly what makes it worth publishing. People need to know that vindication doesn't erase trauma, that winning doesn't mean you're not still affected by what you survived." The book's title changed seventeen times before I settled on "After the Revenge: Building Life from Morrison's Ashes." The publisher loved it, the marketing team thought it was perfect, and I still wasn't entirely sure it captured what I wanted to express. The manuscript covered everything—my arrest, the manufactured charges, the fight for vindication, the legislative career, the foundation work. But it also examined the psychological aftermath, the ways Morrison's revenge continued affecting me years af

People who were silent without knowing what happened in the past were hurt, just because of vengeance. Nothing will change if people continue reciprocating violence to the violence one had caused them. It will just start another chaos, another crime, another sin. Revi clenched her fists and glared at me. "This is not revenge, I call it returning the favor.” Returning the favor, huh? What kind of useless excuse was that?

He said. “Who hasn't?" I muttered "my parents ruined his life, his parents killed my parents and we turned out to be mates. It's all a big, hot mess. I came here wanting revenge for my parents, even took some drastic measures, only to find out my parents were the villain in the story. Then came the question, do I continue chasing revenge or do I finally allow myself to have a bit of happiness? For a while, I felt so guilty about choosing him over my parents’ revenge but I just so tired of holding on to the hate. Hate is a huge burden to hold on to for a long period of time.” I sighed.

But one thing was certain. Someone was watching her. And this was only the beginning. Anna remained still after the door closed. For a moment, the silence in the room felt heavier than before. Something about the conversation disturbed her. David Orlov was not the kind of man who revealed his intentions easily. Every word he spoke seemed carefully measured, every glance calculated. She slowly exhaled and looked down at the documents in her hands. This was only the beginning. If she wanted revenge, she would have to step deeper into the world of the Orlov family.

"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—"

“What do they want in return?” “The Ravens want revenge against the Blue Hawks, just like I do. They’re going to use this opportunity to weaken Thomas and his gang, but also to strengthen their own power in the underworld. After that, they’ll leave us alone, at least for now.” He paused, watching me closely. “This alliance is dangerous, but it was the only way to reach you without condemning us both.” A wave of relief washed over me, but also a new surge of fear. The gang wars, temporary alliances, and hidden betrayals reminded me that peace was a fleeting illusion, something that never lasted long in this world.

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.