Greatest Revenge Stories Novels & Stories

Sophia’s chest tightened. “Who?” Marissa shrugged slightly. “They never proved it.” “But they’ve believed it ever since.” Sophia’s thoughts spun. “You’re saying they came back here for revenge?” Marissa nodded slowly. “And they planned it carefully.” Sophia suddenly felt sick. “What kind of revenge?” Marissa’s voice softened. “They wanted to ruin the people who embarrassed them.” Sophia stared at the ground. “But that doesn’t involve us.” Marissa’s gaze darkened. “Are you sure?”

, I spit. "Revenge? Really, Karan? You think I got married to you just to take bizarre revenge?", she blurted as if she didn't know anything. "Yes, revenge" "Overthinking! You still have this habit?", she chuckled, I could figure out from her voice. "Don't. Don't try to fool me", I turned back as our eyes met. She looked into my eyes the way she used to do 4 years ago when we were dating. I used to hate it but she loved doing it. She used to look into my eyes for a long time and at last, I used to join her too. I had never asked her why she had been doing that. But today I feel like to know.

The joy in his heart was pounding when he remembered how last night he killed James with his own hands. Alexander felt the protruding part of his armpit, it was a bug that was implanted in his body. With this tool, he can tell everyone the situation he is in, without having to bother using his cellphone. In his heart, he smiled with satisfaction. Imagining how Xavier would lose at the hands of the enemy. ** Sinokmput

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

Mr Smith paced around in his room lost in thought. Mr Mc Millan, the man he trusts, wants to use the documents he found against him. The same way he killed Mr William's and his wife and made away with their wealth, that's the exact same thing that he is planning to do to him. Well, he doesn't know that a swordmaster never allows a sword to go behind him even by mistake. If that man manages to get the documents to court, then he is doomed. He will lose everything he has managed to get. He only hired him to do a simple task and get paid. He even told him to disappear forever, but he showed up again to destroy him.

“Is he your bodyguard or what? All muscular and scary.” “He’s everything you are not,” I shot back. “He was kind enough to bring me here when your mistress pushed me and my elbow was bleeding—yet you took her to the hospital even when you saw the blood on my elbow.” “Uh… it’s—” Greg faltered. “But that’s still no excuse to cheat. Come on, Sylvia, you’re a good woman. Don’t let small moments ruin you.” “No wonder they say good people suffer the most”. “What?” he barked.

They dug up all my award records and research achievements. They found articles about my groundbreaking work on silver poisoning cures. They discovered stories about the struggles of starting my healing practice from nothing. Every word of praise for my work became a sharp blade piercing the Blackwood family's reputation. The comments sections were brutal. "How could they treat their own daughter like this?" "This girl was a genius and they threw her away for a fake!" "The Blackwood family should be ashamed!" By the next morning, Blackwood pack lost millions of dollars in a single day.

Those were the ones that expressed regret. It was said that even bad press was still press, and somehow, both Angelo and Evonne became inexplicably popular. The pair, having some level of education, immediately started an account on TikTok and began selling their sob stories. They claimed they were only doing this to raise money to save their mother, a blatant attempt to gain the netizens' sympathy. Sensing their ulterior motives, I had some people keep a close eye on them.

I think you should be focusing on your studies instead of pulling stunts like this. After regaining consciousness, I was met with a barrage of accusatory glances. If it had been before, I would have been too embarrassed to say anything, and my face would turn red with shame. Yet, at this very moment, I was seething with fury and resentment; I was no longer that timid version of myself. I had been reborn. I snatched the pink letter from his grasp and unfolded it while saying, "You went to that backwater high school, and you call that studying abroad? You're truly delusional.

I could feel his rage burning through the phone, even though he was miles away, like a heat wrapping around me. “They did this to you? You lost your leg for that bastard and they still mistreated you? I’m going to ruin them. I swear it.” “No!” I snapped, sitting upright, swiping tears off my cheeks. “No, Ric. That won’t be sweet enough. That’s not the best revenge.” There was silence. Then, quieter and more focused, he asked, “What do you want to do?” “I want to destroy them myself,” I said, voice calm, a dark certainty hardening inside me. “But not fast. Slowly. Gently. I want them to rot from the inside out.”