Her Revenge Novels & Stories

I yearned for her to experience a fraction of the pain she had inflicted upon me—to comprehend the repercussions of her deeds! As I scrutinized the comment I left behind, my heart throbbed with intensity. It dawned on me that this was merely the inception of my plan. Countless possibilities lay ahead, a couple of ways to make her atone for her actions. The thirst for vengeance consumed me, sealing my commitment irreversibly. I had embarked upon a transformative appearance journey, propelled by anguish, indignation, and the pursuit of justice. The pivotal question remained: How far would I traverse this road to attain my retribution? And what other concealed truths would I discover during thi

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

She can let herself be cared for by him, she has to only be careful and build her fences high not to fall for him, and revenge will come later when she has the strength to defeat them. She just has to fool around, play with his emotions and shatter his heart in the end, that is the trick. Romance revenge won't be such a bad idea. "What are you afraid of?" He asked. Good question, "I'm afraid you might break my heart if you regain your memory and find out I am not the girl you loved, you might think I deceived you deliberately" she lied, not a complete lie. He opened his mouth to say another word, but she inserted her finger into his mouth without a second thought. He knew exactly what to do,

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

“Would you prioritize your puny revenge than saving your lovely sister? Perhaps, you don’t really love her. Perhaps, you, too, believed that she’s not forced to have sex with strangers and that she liked all of—” Everything happened in a flash. One moment, everyone was seated and in the other, Hera’s clenched fist was only an inch away from pulverizing Perry’s face who had leaned on the couch to avoid it. Sheels was standing behind Hera, her hands wrapped around her wrist while Yara merely blinked, confused by the sudden surge of action. Breathing heavily, Sheels glared at Perry. “You crossed the line, Ms. New.” Perry’s jaw clenched. She raised a brow at Sheels. “Have I? From where I stand,

All I felt was a burning rage,I gripped the sheet so tight,tears streaming uncontrollably. When he saw the sweat on my brow and my pale face,he recognized that something was wrong. "Sandra, are you okay,what's wrong?" What have I done to deserve this torment from him and Annabel?. Now ,I was like a vengeful spirit, determined to make them pay dearly. Annabel knew that Michael wouldn't listen to me, rather he will pay more attention to anything Annabel said,wish gave her more confidence to repeatedly hurt me.i was all too familiar with their tactics.I knew

"I am not here to have fun. I am here to work. And you are just getting in the way.” Her face fell, the spark vanishing into a look of pure humiliation. "I thought…" "You thought wrong." I stepped back, pointing a steady finger at the door. "Out." She scrambled with her heels clicking a shamed rhythm as she bolted out of the room. I watched the door swing shut then let out a dark chuckle shaking my head. "Still got it," I muttered to the dusty room. The appeal was a weapon, one I’d practiced for years. Today it was useless. I didn't want a distraction. I was here for revenge.

Her sobs echoed through the quiet night, a lament for the choices she could never undo. In the midst of her grief, a spark of determination ignited within Carla. The vow for revenge burned brighter, fueled by the conviction that Mara must pay for the suffering she believed had been unjustly thrust upon her. Yet, beneath the layers of resentment, a flicker of self-awareness glimmered—a recognition that revenge might not bring the peace she sought. "I will make her pay," Carla whispered, her voice a solemn oath. "But I must be cunning, patient. I cannot let emotions cloud my judgment."

And plenty of time to regret it. This was the perfect revenge I had prepared for all of them.

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.