Books On Revenge Novels & Stories

Smiling, I knew exactly where I would spend most of my days. Taking this time to explore the books on all the shelves, I can’t help but find all sorts of novels within them. Books ranging from History all the way to Fiction. Law books to Art books, books even leaning towards the Erotica side of things. There was even a shelf solely made for cooking. Hmm… Thinking as to how I was going to start my revenge for all the shit they put me through, I knew only one thing when it came to mind and that was they were definitely way too serious, which was never a good thing. They needed to relax.

The bathroom had expensive products arranged in order. The study room was where I found her. The desk was large and covered in papers that had been there before the accident, exactly as she had left them. Books on the shelves, business and law, but also history, also philosophy. And on the desk, half-hidden under a legal document, a single notebook. I picked it up carefully. It was filled with Vivienne's handwriting. I did not read it all. But I read enough to understand that Vivian Salvatore had been angry.

“You will listen to me, and you won't lay a finger on him. Got it?” “Oh, yes. Cos I'll be delivering him multiple punches with my whole fist.” The smile I had been managing to keep at bay, was on full display. Jesus fucking Christ. Could this man be any less intoxicating? “Jordan!” “Okay, fine.” I raised my hands to interject. “I will tell you three reasons you should hire me to take revenge.” He was quiet the next second, giving me room to state my facts. So I went on. “Firstly, you'll take a long time to heal. Both internally and externally. Secondly, ruining people's and drilling their blood from their guys is not, and will never be your thing. Thirdly, you need to keep your preppy record

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

“Okay…” I won’t sit back. I won’t sit still and let them do whatever they want and use me for their pleasure and in the end throw me away. ‘That’s it, I will hit where it hurts the most too.’ If one wants revenge and the other seeks extortion, fine then I will play a game of love with them. I will use the thing they died for against them- affection. Those love-deprived ones would die for it. ‘I helped you over and over again but you, Roy, you would pay for not being there for me.’

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

"How are you certain that Joseph would care about her?" "Well... I believe Chloe possesses more value for manipulation than Xavia." "Can you guarantee that nothing will go wrong?" "No..." "For now, let Chloe be. Allow her to proceed with her pregnancy undisturbed, and we’ll come up with a foolproof plan in due time. Let's not forget that Xavia's pregnancy is only one month behind hers." Revenge was not merely about committing acts of violence. It was about identifying the other person's vulnerabilities, ruthlessly crushing them, and subjecting them to absolute humiliation.

CHAPTER 3 Cassandra drove to the familiar luxurious mansion, her former home, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She felt disgusted by what she was about to do, but the thought of avenging her parents strengthened her resolve. Antonio's name and the memory of her parents' deaths were intertwined, fueling the fire of revenge that had burned for years.