Ex Girlfriend Revenge Novels & Stories

“That is stupid.” Ava gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?” “It’s childish,” Riss continued. “Revenge doesn’t fix anything.” Ava folded her arms. “It worked for me.” Riss raised an eyebrow. “Of course it did.” “I made my ex cry,” Ava said proudly. “He thought I moved on in two days. He was miserable.” Riss laughed lightly. “Men who fall for that are stupid.” Ava turned sharply to him. “Oh really? What did you do when you found out your girlfriend cheated on you?”

“Would you rather we describe how she was kissed when we finally expose her? Like a two hundred words forbidden romance essay?” “Expose her?” I shuffled in my seat. “Are we really doing that?” “Yes, we are. She had to pay for what she did to you!” True. I mean even I was disappointed that I didn't have that much grudge left inside of me. My icy heart had thawed and I genuinely didn't give a fuck what happened to Logan and his dearest wife. But I should at least get revenge, an equal slate. I brought out my phone too. “Now's a good time to start snapping. They might suck off each other's face soon.”

And Alex, being the hotheaded hypocrite that he was, took it out on me instead. I was losing him. The only thing I had left. And I couldn’t let that happen. If I could get him to marry me, everything would change. I wouldn’t just be the scandalized mistress.... I’d be the wife. I’d matter again. I’d be relevant. Essence would be history. But first, I needed revenge. Real, humiliating, reputation-destroying revenge. I’d get a nude video of Essence.... all of her. Every stretch mark, every inch of that saggy, oversized, uneven-skinned body of hers. Then I’d plaster it across the internet. Let the world laugh at her like they laughed at me.

I've met her, and to be honest she's not his type, she is too young, too timid and ordinary for Cassian but Xena isn't much of a good match herself. “Is he still with the girl from the strip club?” “Yeah, he's getting revenge on her.” I tell Eva. Eva laughs, “Scarlett, he doesn't have to be inside her to seek revenge on her.” “Maybe he wants her to fall in love so he can leave her wanting him and miserable?” Xena suggests, and bless her soul because that's the most logical explanation I've come to about this whole revenge ex girlfriend matter.

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

"Don't piss me off like that. Carina, I know you. You wouldn't do that." "It's true. On the day that I caught you two, I slept with another man," she laughed, "Although I regret using such a method to take revenge on you, at this moment, I feel fortunate because I did not leave any way for myself to return to your side. Therefore, no matter how pitiful your behavior is, I will not be able to turn my head back." "Carina," Reid gritted her teeth. "Don't do that." "Reid, ex-couples can't be friends, so I won't bother you, and I also hope that you don't disturb me anymore. Let's keep our dignity, it's better to be a stranger than an enemy, right? "

Surprisingly, tonight, he didn't look like a businessman; he looked like a predator. “Zayne Nightwood?” Our eyes locked, he raised his glass. His breathtaking sapphire ones didn’t break the contact. Increasing the intensity of the moment which amplified my heart. “Your ex’s mortal enemy. How does that sound like ultimate revenge?” I was shocked at her suggestion but then something wicked knocked in my mind. The alcohol fueled a sudden, reckless bravery. I didn't just want to move on. I wanted to burn Edric’s world to the ground. “How…” I smirked back, raising my glass too, “Perfect,”

Why the hell is Hilda cheating on such a hot specimen? Before he approaches, I open my phone and flash it to him. It is a picture of his wife and my ex-boyfriend having sex. “That’s my boyfriend. He’s my ex now. And I have just taken the picture earlier in the home EC room.” He’s speechless. Understandable. I move closer to him and say, “Now that you know, let’s have sex as well.” “What?!” “I am saying that I want to take revenge against my cheating boyfriend. And I want your wife to feel the same pain I have now.”

Not even a dicky-bird. I’ll show him. I’ll drag him from my heart and fill the wound with freaking concrete. Then nobody can hurt me like this again. But first, I’ll get my revenge. “Ahem,” Charlotte clears her throat. “Ex-boyfriend? Why don’t I believe that?” She rubs it in. He turns his head, the tip of his nose skims against my earlobe, and my heartbeat starts doing something strange. It flutters, then stops, then starts up again like an old motorcar on a cold Monday morning.

This was his opportunity to exact his cold revenge on Jessica for what she had done to him—for making him have a sleepless night and not be in his best performing form today. "Listen, and listen carefully because I won't say this again. You were just a woman in heat that I used to satisfy my sexual desires. What I did with you, it meant absolutely nothing to me. I could have easily done it with any other woman, so don't get in way over your head. There is nothing between us except a mere marriage contract." Jessica's eyes burned, but she promised herself she was not going to cry. She promised herself this was going to be the last time she fell for a man who wasn't genuine with her.