Books On Revenge Novels & Stories

Julian explained, pressing on last floor. Mathias sighed, shaking his head in disbelief he will go this broke to even get an unprofessional lawyer. “Don’t worry, father. It’s only a matter of time before we get our revenge on him with the dirty we have on him.” Julian said with a wicked smile. “It’s about time they paid.” Mathias’s smiled smugly.

“What makes for good revenge?” His need to express himself overrode his initial desire for silence, and without waiting for her response, he continued, “is revenge even worth it if it doesn’t bring lasting satisfaction?” His gaze locked onto hers, his thoughts spilling out. “I’m thinking true victory lies not in retaliation, but in transformation. It’s about turning adversity into opportunity, emerging stronger, wiser, and more resilient..”

I had to think of my kids, the plot of my revenge, and how deeply I wanted it to hurt—and I wanted it to hurt really badly. I had to think of the best way to hurt them. But to do that, I needed to know why he had done it. Why he had pretended for years... *"Your marriage was planned, meeting him was planned, everything was planned, even the amount of children you're meant to have. All of that was planned."* I mean, if it had been planned, why did he... I sucked in a breath and stood up to go get a bottle of wine from the cabinet before returning to the living room, where I gulped down half of its contents.

“Can't you see their kindness? I know you're disappointed but just a little bit I need your mercy for my parents as well as me. I don't care what the reason is, I will protect what I can protect. If doing so can hurt you or even hurt me.” Alexander chuckled. He looked at Kimbeerly who continued to cry while he smiled victoriously. Kimbeerly is the stupidest woman. Alexander admits that Kimbeerly is good and honest, but Alexander will not stop the plan he has been planning for a long time. This revenge must end with her winning, not Jeremy winning again. Life must be repaid with life and blood must also be repaid with blood. There is no mercy in this plan nor will there be a chance to make am

“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.”

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.

It made my stomach knot. “What if we do all that and still cannot prove anything?” I asked quietly. Malcolm turned fully to me, his expression softening just a little. “Rhonda, look at me.” I did. “We will prove it,” he said. My throat tightened. I nodded, though the fear still did not leave me completely. I wanted revenge. I wanted justice. I wanted Julian dragged by the neck for daring to invade my privacy and threaten my life like that. But underneath all of it was still that raw, panicked feeling of violation. Someone had watched me, recorded me, and stored that moment. The disgust of it clung to my skin no matter how many times I tried not to think about it.

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.

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

I had to be smarter, stronger, and more resourceful than ever before. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to drift off, thinking about each of the people who had hurt me. Diana, with her hurtful tongue and cruel games. Mr. Hunter, who turned a blind eye to the torment we went through. Tommy and Jake, Dylan’s lackeys who followed his orders without question. And Dylan himself, the ringmaster of my misery. They were all going to pay, and I would make sure to achieve my revenge at any cost.