Cold Revenge Novels & Stories

That soul-deep contempt was more painful than any attack. "Nothing but a clown." That man's voice was cold, carrying an innate arrogance, like a cold blade piercing its dignity. Boundless hatred boiled in its soul like magma. It could never forget the pain of being crushed, the humiliation of being ignored, the terror of almost having its soul shattered. Revenge! It wanted revenge! It wanted Carl to pay, to make that man who looked down on it taste what it was like to be trampled underfoot.

As it swung open, everyone froze in shock. "Bring her out!" Ean barked. One guard hesitated. "Mr. Smith, the freezer... It seems to have turned on." Ean's expression twisted in anger. "What do you mean turned on? Are you trying to shirk responsibility?" He stepped forward, the cold air hitting him like a physical blow, sending chills down everyone's spine. His face went pale. "Madeline, don't think that this will make me forgive you. Get out here!"

Each of them had pursued their own selfish desires, yet all they ended up with was nothing. I confronted my mother one last time, asking how it felt to dote on a daughter who was nothing more than evidence of her husband's infidelity. If only she had treated me with kindness, I might have cared for her in her old age. But greed and selfishness clouded her judgment, leaving her to reap the bitter fruits of her actions. After the law served justice for their crimes, I exacted revenge for the pain they had inflicted on me in my past life. It took twenty years to complete this vendetta, but now, my future was bright and unburdened.

Vladimir growled, “Look at my family and I will give you the same death I gave your children, Diego. And don't ever ever try to come in front of me if you value your shitty life!” Diego chuckled. “You know how valuable my life is but Diego won't stop until he get his revenge and I will get my revenge on you Vladimir Sokolov!” Diego replied coolly. “Ever since you killed my daughter I am burning in the fire of Revenge!” Vladimir didn’t deny it. He didn’t flinch. He simply stood still, like a blade waiting to strike. “Revenge is better served cold and Vladimir, I had been waiting to eat his dish for the last five years.”

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

“ You can cry all you want but crying will neither solve the problem nor help you with anything . What you need is to get yourself together and accept the reality . “ said Antonio . “ The pain of the guilt in my heart is simply too big . I can’t live with it . It feels like my heart is being pierced by thousands of thorns . “ said Axel crying , feeling the dirt of the cold ground in his hands . “ Antonia died misunderstood , with a deep feeling of unfairness and desire for revenge . Now she can’t do anything to solve these plans . She simply has to get used to live with these unfair feelings just like you have to get used into living with this guilt all your life . “ said Antonio . Axel look

Jethro said with a smile. Some of the people who came to talk to Jethro expressed their grief and consoled Jethro. But when Jethro sat in the car, his expression completely changed, there was no more pain and grief, only coldness and cruelty. He grinned and said: “Mr. Robert, you never thought you'd die like this. Don't worry, I just want to avenge my family so I won't kill your daughter, she's my wife after all.”

“I’ve been beaten like this, and you’re still making sarcastic remarks? “I didn’t do anything! I was just taking a shower and getting ready to sleep. You ungrateful b*st*rd, do you even have a conscience?!” My expression remained calm as I watched her make a scene. Thomas really knew how to handle women. In the blink of an eye, Maya was already leaning in his arms, clearly appeased. “Reed, you useless b*st*rd! How dare you try to drive a wedge between my wife and me? Pack your things and get out!”

There stands George, I na a well presses suit, walking towards me. I rub my eyes with the back of my hand vigorously, hoping to wake up from the midday nightmare but it's all in vain. “Darlene...” He acknowledges me. “Long time.” His voice which seems to have became deeper over the days make my stomach churn. Hatred swoops over my heart and I feel like crashing him with my bare hands. I stand up to meet him midway, hands clenched on the sides. I'm seething mad right now and I don't realise as I land a sounding thunderous slap on his cheek. That sends him reeling backwards and I take that advantage to kick his groin.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.