Ex Revenge Novels & Stories

Someone jumped into the driver's seat through the open door and started the car, driving off before I could even process the situation. I looked through the side mirror to see the cops chasing after the car. That would mean... The woman driving took a glance at me and cursed. "Fuck! Don't you dare move." She ordered but I wasn't even the tiniest bit scared. I could recognize her figure, the years did nothing to change it... She was the one who murdered my mother. Renee.

Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar. "Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime." I walked towards the car I left there the previous day, slid into the driver's seat and drove back home with a feeling of satisfaction. I was going to finish my revenge, I was goig to end every single person who was involved in the ruination of my life and I was gonna do it in the worst ways possible. ** The Next Day I stood in front of my Target as he approached me. He just came from Australia and I was posing as his driver.

It is she who should be angry and the one who showed anger was the other one. When the cupids were giving each other exhausted glances, an annoyed voice called, “MOM!!!” Slapping her own head remembering she got Arman late for his school, Aisha said, “I have to go too.” After planting a small peck on Arif’s cheek and doing a quick hug with Aliyah, she screamed while walking out of the mansion in hurry with holding an annoyed Arman’s hand, “BYE!!!” Sitting on the sofa nearby, Arif and Aliyah were the only people left in the home except for the workers. "Hassan has told Simran about him being part in this Revenge shit of Ali," Arif said to Aliyah who looked at him in shock.

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

Author's POV "I DON'T CARE! FIND HIM! TRACK HIM! EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM JUST DO IT, UNDERSTOOD???" Dylan ended the call as he looked at Josiah who was pacing around the office furiously. "I.. I am sorry buddy! I didn't know he would go to this length to take revenge", But Joshiah wasn't willing to hear any apologies or excuses, he angrily interrupted his sentence. "Ivy is paying for what she knows nothing about. You know this is all your fault Dylan. You told him lies about and now, all he has ever thought of is revenge. A FALSE REVENGE DYLAN! A FALSE REVENGE! Why didn't you tell him the truth?",

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,”

Alexander’s eyes narrowed. “Then what is it about?” Elena’s expression hardened. And for the first time, there was something personal in her voice. Something deeper than strategy. Deeper than loyalty. “…Revenge.” The word echoed through the dark hall. Richard’s smile faded. Just slightly. Alexander noticed. “What revenge?” Elena’s grip on the gun tightened again. Her voice dropped. Cold. Sharp. Focused. “The kind you’ve been running from for years.” Richard’s eyes narrowed now.

But I didn’t finish, and Hunter’s voice crashed into mine like a wall of fire. “Keep my mother’s name out of your filthy mouth!” I flinched, and he took a step toward me. “You want to talk about heartlessness? About selfishness?” he roared, stepping forward again. “Your mother was a whore, Reva. A homewrecking whore who seduced a married man and tried to take him away from his family!”

I hate that she sounds so sure, that she speaks like she's already seen my ending. "I'm not her," I whisper, my voice shaking. "And he's not the man you think he is." Eve's expression hardens. She wipes her tears with the back of her hand, her shoulders straightening. "Then you're a fool," she says coldly. "But I'm not here to save you anymore. I'm here for revenge. And when I find him again…when I end him…you'll finally understand why I had to." She turns before I can respond, storming off down the hallway.

Revan barked, attempting to mask the shaking in his voice. The stranger stepped inside, boots echoing against the concrete floor. “Name’s Kael. Business… and revenge… are my specialties.” Revan’s laughter was bitter, hollow. “Revenge? Ha! Everyone’s left me. My business is gone. My wife left me. Even my name… my reputation… is dust. What kind of revenge do you think I can have?” Kael’s smile didn’t waver. “Sometimes, when a man loses everything, that’s when he finally learns to see clearly. You’ve been blinded by arrogance and obsession for too long.”