His Regret Her Revenge Novels & Stories

Her chest heaved as her rage twisted into despair. “You’ll come back,” she whispered to her reflection, her voice trembling with madness. “You’ll regret walking away from me… and from us.” She pressed her flat palm against the mirror, her face changing from grief to icy resolve. "No one embarrasses Eva Ross and gets away with it. Not Jenny White. Not JM Reese." Her lips twisted into a ghostly smile, tears still sparkling in her eyes. As the city lights flashed outside the glass barriers, Eva alone stood her heart aflame, her mind racing, her love transforming into revenge.

Once I was dead, there'd be nothing left to take. So what exactly was she after? With my bank balance wiped clean, my body was growing weaker by the minute. No matter how hard I worked, I couldn't earn money faster than Joyce could spend it. I hated her so much that I wanted to kill her outright. But with my current condition, I wouldn't even be able to hurt her before she finished me off. Just as I was at my wits' end, I spotted the registration for the closed-door Eddish competition.

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."

Struggling against their hold, she yelled at me at the top of her lungs a mere few steps away from me, “Jansen Graham! What must I do to make you come back to me? “Will you only stop when you see my entire family destroyed?” That was when she noticed Shiloh standing next to me, and her eyes burned with rage and jealousy. “Who is this woman? Jansen Graham, are you sleeping with someone else already?” She started laughing self-derisively. “Turns out that you’re just another sleazy douchebag! I’ve seen through you!” Shiloh’s brows furrowed. I gave her a look to signal her to ignore the situation and leave me to handle it. I pulled out my car key from my bag and pressed the button on it.

I had given up everything—my soul, my honor, my pack, my sanity—for her. And she was never truly mine. The silence of the room pressed in on me. My wolf still raged, but even he couldn’t drown out the bitter taste of regret filling my chest. My body shook with the weight of it all, and I knew this moment would scar me forever. I walked through the corridor, my steps heavy, my breath sharp and uneven. Every inch of me burned with a single purpose—revenge. The walls around me felt tighter with each step, closing in, echoing my rage back at me like a drum.

Inside was a jade necklace from an auction six months ago. I picked it up, rose to my feet, and slipped on my coat. “Evelyn, what’s going on? It’s late. Why are you heading out?” “Mom, I have something to do. I’ll be back soon.” I closed the door and headed to my car. I was no longer the same Evelyn from a few days ago. The naive Evelyn who still clung to hope for Harry was long dead. All that remained was the Evelyn consumed entirely by revenge.

She was talking to herself silently, “You took away my self-respect, my sleep, my pleasure. And now you want forgiveness? You want me to forget everything and act like it never happened? Flash news, sweetheart. It did happen. I was trying hard to forget it. But no. I was wrong. I will never forget it. And that my dear… goes for revenge. Yes. I will take revenge in my own sweet way. I promise. After my revenge when you will come to me begging and crying. I will do the same. Just what you did four years ago. You rejected me. Now it’s my turn.” She smiled bitterly to herself and laid beside her little lifeline. Her Sophie. Kissing her forehead, she whispered to her sleeping figure.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

she belongs only to me. me: " shut up.. check her.. she is having fever.. I called you to give her treatment not to praise her beauty... " Allen rolled his eyes and treated her... me: " when will she get well?? " Allen: " you said you don't have any feelings then why are you caring her..?? " me: " I asked you something.. for that just say the answer.. " Allen: " uff.. you and your stupid revenge..." murmured under his breath then he said..

He broke her defenses, just as he broke her with those words she read a different meaning into. As her words failed her, she found solace in caressing his curly hair since his head was still on her thighs, with his warm tears wetting the hem of her dress but it was okay. It was all worth it. Regret filled her heart at how far she went to just get revenge. First times were always mistakes. If she had given him a second chance by then, she would have known if he indeed meant those words. Now Curtis has been missing a father for ages, all thanks to her genius revenge plan.