Her Revenge Novels & Stories

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

Never once admitting that she had sharpened the blade first. It was easier that way—blaming the girl she'd always tried to erase. Easier than facing the reality that her fall from grace was earned. So now, in the back of Vladimir’s club, with a mop in her blistered hand and bile rising in her throat as she scrubbed vomit from tiled floors, Sophia dreamed not of redemption… but of revenge. She knew she had no power. No beauty. No voice left in the world. But hatred? Hatred was free.

"I should repay them for their cruel treatment of me, using you as my weapon to get revenge." Jasmine's hand clenched against her chest, trembling. "But what will I gain after that?" she asked, her voice almost fading away. Jasmine weakly clutched Mr. Hawthorne's shirt. "I have already suffered because of the darkness they've brought into my life, and I cannot endure more by living in the shadow of regret if I seek revenge. So, please..." Mr. Hawthorne gazed at Jasmine for a long time, sensing her strength and determination, making his heart tremble. Jasmine was different from him, who planned to seek revenge on the Fosters in the future.

her words carried a weight of remorse. “Shh,” I soothed her, patting her back. If anyone was acting selfishly, it was me. She pulled away from our embrace and stared at me. Her hands cupped my cheeks gently. “But I’m not afraid anymore. Lucian helped me. I’m finally going to achieve the revenge I once yearned for. I’ll avenge Henrì, I’ll avenge you, and I’ll avenge myself,” she declared firmly. I gave a bitter smile upon hearing Lucian’s name.

She would not allow herself to keep bearing the pain any longer until she avenges her father’s death. The sense of injustice and the desire for retribution ignited a fire within her, propelling her forward. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, fraught with danger and heartache, but she couldn't allow herself to falter.Athena's hurt fueled her determination for revenge, but she was aware that revenge alone would not heal her wounds. She needed to find a way to reconcile her pain and her thirst for justice. As she reentered the Esteros community, where she would once again face Ardolf, she steeled herself for the battles to come, both physical and emotional.

I let out a deep breath, my shoulders sagging as I blinked out tears and tried to get my bearings back around me. Just as I was doing that, I felt a hand on my chin. She raised my head up to look at her and when I did, all I could see on her face and in those darkened eyes of hers were hatred and a burning desire for revenge. She wanted to hurt someone and it was just my luck that I was the scapegoat in her periphery to explore the levels of hatred and revenge that she was ready to get into. As I stared at her, she smiled widely. “Now, for the grand finale”

"It's time to face our demons and make them pay for every tear we shed because of them." At that moment, determination burns stronger than ever. The night of the banquet approaches, and I am ready to confront Derya Arslan and the Arslan family, to expose their true nature, and to put an end to the oppression we have suffered for so long. Revenge is about to be fulfilled, and there will be no mercy for those who have hurt us. Justice will be served, and I will be the instrument that will carry it out. Enise approaches me and embraces me tightly, and I reciprocate the gesture, gently stroking her back. I can feel her gratitude and affection in that hug, and her words deeply move me.

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

Valerie was going to see that man again, she was going to be face to face with the man that killed her mother, he’d barely recognized her when they first met but since the day he’d pulled the arrow that made her mother draw her last breath. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get his image out of her head until she had gotten her revenge against him. “Alejandro.” She called, that was the name of the man that was in a fight with her mother before Dante came in. She would be face to face with them soon and she would get the opportunity of slaying them just as brutally as they’d slain her mother only that the goddess had instructed her to do something first. How was

Maureen informed. "You found out already? " Katrina asked. "Katrina why? " Maureen asked. "How could you? You betrayed me, you lied to me" Maureen screamed. "I'm sorry sis. I didn't tell you because I know you wouldn't let me go" Katrina replied. "What revenge are you taking? " Maureen asked. "I want to make him pay back for what he did to you. I want him to feel what it means to be heartbroken " Katrina replied.