Cold Revenge Novels & Stories

"Ah, hubby! You… Why are you back?" Sheila scrambled for the covers, trying to hide, while Jeff was drenched in sweat, clumsily trying to get his pants on. My eyes were red with rage as I stepped toward them, knife in hand. "Tristan, what are you doing?" Sheila's voice shook as she screamed at me. However, I was beyond reason. "I'm going to kill you both." I swung the knife at Jeff, but he was quick. He grabbed the nightstand and hurled it at me. It hit me before I could get out of the way.

Sandro scrambles back too, moving out of reach and sending a shuddering rage through Ivan. Konstatin lunges straight for me once again, his eyes wild and his father's motto spilling from his lips. “Mest-eto blyudo, kotoroye luchshe vesge podavat' kholodnym! [Revenge is a dish best served cold!]” It's a pity Aleksander would never be able to serve a dish of it himself. And pretty soon, neither will Konstatin.

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 not difficult to tell Ryan liked me. At the auction, he placed a high bid and won a moonstone necklace just to give it to me. When he handed it over, I did not take it. Instead, I asked, "Ryan, your feelings make me nervous. I didn't even know you before you saved me, but you act like you've known me forever. Have we met before?" He looked at me gently and asked, "Do you remember the boy you dragged out of a swamp in the forest ten years ago?"

“That’s when I’ll let you go. Not to freedom, but to the only place you belong.” He reached for the blade again, his movements deliberate. “Now, let’s see how much you can take before you break.” The basement of Aaron's penthouse was filled with screams of a huge man who once used to make others scream, it was filled with his own begging and pleas and screams, and this was what satisfied Aaron's insides , at least a bit. Pleasure as well as fury flew inside his blood with every scream of Alex, his misery was nothing compared to all those lives he had stained.

Russ said in a pissed manner " You are crazy man, she's my woman, I could protect her and have her" frod said aloud feeling furious " Don't you fucking fuck your girlfriend?" Russ asked in a dirty manner " Of course I do, we both agreed! Okay. You guys are disgusting" grey said as he walks back into the club "Don't mind him, come on stand" Russ said as he help him up " I will head home now but I don't want to sleep alone!" Frod said clearing his eyes

Aleanas POV After a very productive morning with shade we finally decided to get dressed and head to Shades house to tell his father and my father we were mates before the ceremony. As we pulled up into the drive way of the pack house we saw everyone running around making final preparations for the ceremony and I started to get nervous almost as if sensing my unease shade places a hand on my thigh and smiles “everything will be fine” he pats my leg before getting out. As we walk up to the pack house it’s almost as if Shades personality flipped completely. He went from sweet and caring to cruel and cold towards me within seconds. As we walk through the door his father smiles and walks up hugg

He said each word with an emphasis that made her face burn. - W-well… – she gasped, closing her hands into fists on the table, to try to control her reactions – What if… What if Liam and Suzan aren't affected? That's what revenge is about, isn't it? - Oh, they will, don't worry. – although her posture as a whole remained unchanged, she could see that dangerous and infuriated gleam in the green eyes – After so many years in this industry, I met many people like them. When they consider someone inferior, they simply cannot bear to see them succeed in any way. Foster and Newton believe they have destroyed it. That whenever you see them you'll feel like you're nothing. But let's show them otherw

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Stop right there! Estel opened her eyes in reaction to his comments, and the green flames within were filled with cold scorn. "I haven't lost anything, Mr. Jensen." She cut across what he was about to say with lethal coldness. Pride is something that will never be lost on me. There's no way your actions could ever damage it. But even as she spoke, her mind screamed the wordless litany that she had lost her pride! Indeed, she had! 'Oh, I know I'm not at fault for it,' he said with a dry drawl. "It's what you've done that you're discovering so hard to live with."