His Regret Her Revenge Novels & Stories

I felt my throat becoming dry, I understand how she feels- losing someone so important to you is painful and right now no amount of words could fill up those missing piece of hers, but killing everyone here can't Help fill that spot. “Why? Why did you do this,” Her gaze flickers to mine; she look so far away from this world. The revenge has taken over her, and it's making her consumed. “This is the only way I can repay what they did to Me. They deserve it, every single one of them. I'm going to kill them and so you step out of my way,” She heard me, how? That should be least of my concerns, right now she has done more damaged than I could even imagine, but still I could help the remaining pe

I would embrace my heritage and follow this path, no matter the challenges it presented. The days turned into months, and I continued my training, exploring the depths of my abilities. “Gabriel, I need to leave now. I want to go back and get prepared for what lies ahead of me in discovering the truth about my parent's death and getting revenge.” “I understand Ashley, Gabrie gazed softly, you're a strong and determined young girl.” “I hope you truly get justice for your parents death.” “Don’t forget we are here anytime you need support.” I nodded, thank you, Gabriel, I appreciate your effort so far. I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge!

Eric walked back to his room in tears. He's never been this heartbroken before in his life. He felt so much pain in his heart. He loves Katrina so much, she meant everything to him, she meant the world to him but she doesn't even love him. She's just here on a revenge mission! Eric was starting to feel complete with her but everything is falling apart now. He was so angry and sad right now. He walked to his dressing table and threw everything he could lay his hands on.

At that instant, as she stood there watching her husband with another woman, she realized just how wrong she’d been playing, how she’d deviated from her revenge plans, how she’d let Caspian distract her mind and caused her to loose focus on the reason for her rebirth. She’d focused on her silly romance with Caspian and had forgotten the betrayal from her past life, the revenge plans that she had for Elle and Jason. She forgot everything including how badly they’d hurt her and how much she hated them to death. But it wasn’t too late, was it? It wasn’t too late to correct everything and make sure that her enemies pay for their crimes against her. Perhaps it was time to complete her Rebirth in

The desire for revenge flickered in her eyes, a sinister gleam that mirrored the depths of her despair. "I'll make her suffer," she whispered, her voice laced with malice, the words dripping with venom. "I'll make her regret ever crossing paths with you." Images of inflicting pain upon Delilah flashed through her mind, a slideshow of vindictive fantasies that played out in vivid detail. Each scene grew more horrifying, fueled by the raw intensity of her emotions. "I'll tear her apart, just like she tore us apart," she hissed, her voice dripping with a bitter resolve. "She'll pay for what she's done."

she opens her mouth a few times, searching for the words, but I gently hold her hands and shake my head. “It’s not your fault. Things just… turned out this way. Maybe this was how our story was meant to end. It started with a foolish act of revenge—and in the end, revenge is exactly how it died.”

Her face went blank, making it hard to read her expression. Then she turned her back on him. Her eyes darkened with a deep simmering rage. She clenched her fists at her sides and silently vowed that she had to exact her revenge. She would exact revenge for Ravena's death and all the betrayals she suffered. Until she had completely destroyed everyone who had planned her death and until each and every one of them had atoned for their sins, she would not rest. “Let's say I have a personal score to settle with him,” her voice

It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting. Sitting at her desk, Aurora opened a new document. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she began to draft her next move. The plans she had laid out meticulously for months now needed to adapt to a changing landscape. Her heart, still racing from the adrenaline of her success, now beat with a new rhythm—a rhythm of caution and alertness. Every instinct told her that the game was far from over, and that the real battle had only just begun.

Zachary awoke from his stupor and scolded me, "Daisy, you evil bitch! What has our child done to warrant you watching him suffer without speaking out? Are you happy with what happened to her?" Guilt, disappointment, and sadness flitted across his face. He played the part of a gentle father extremely well. While everyone was criticizing me, Griselda had begun tussling with Polly. "I've wanted to do this for ages, you evil hag!" A scream pierced the air as the two of them tumbled out of the window. Everyone hadn't expected this to happen. However, I was relieved by this development.

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.