His Regret Her Revenge Novels & Stories

I'll do it and you'll be left with pain. All the anger she was trying so hard to mask was pushing up to the surface; ''If you dare, I'm going to make sure you go in for it.” She brewed with rage, her hands clasping by her side. ''Darling dear, you know one thing about revenge? It doesn't bring back what you've lost. You can't even hurt a hair on my skin, but even if you do, you can never bring him back. You'll live the rest of your days regretting the choices you've made, wishing that you didn't choose to let him die.''

He asked but she shook her head. He nodded then turned to leave but he stopped and stared at her. " I hope you don't regret this," He muttered then left the place. Arianna stood there for a while then headed back to her room. Let them feel pity for her and even worries that will not change the fact that she's going to ruin Rex's life. The ball is in her court and the key to revenge has the lady unlock the door and there's no going back. All she has to do is to complete her revenge.

like a lament of some sort. But she couldn't hear me. She was too far gone from me now, in the thrall of a man who had enslaved me for the first half of my life. Like me then, like her now. "What did you do to her?" I ground out. A rage enveloped me where grief first made home, and the two danced inside of me to a beautiful anthem. The anthem's name was revenge. I wanted to hurt him in all the brutal and honest ways I knew how to.

She was maddened at the fact that he didn't even feel a glitch of remorse for what he did which should not be so Aside from his apologies, she felt like it didn't come from his heart, he was literally unapologetic, and that was why she would take her revenge no matter what. She needed to get even more closer to him so that she would be able to manipulate him and get her intentions fulfilled. And she vowed to do so, either in a crook or in a booked way, whatsoever the case was to be, she'd make sure that she takes revenge for her people. It really hurt her when she knew that her people are dead and are in suffering.

"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.

I got my revenge, but it doesn’t exactly feel victorious. For years I had imagined just how it would feel when I eventually got to deal with him. Thought of the happiness that might soothe my pains made me crave revenge so much. Instead, here I am feeling sorry for Jean who didn’t blink an eye before making a mess of my life. And thinking I might have gone too far taking Dame’s life’s work away from him. This is so stupid of me. My breath trembled as I tried to get a grip. My phone rang loudly bringing my attention back to the present. With shaky hands, I answered it.

She grappled with the realization that her quest for revenge had led to collateral damage. Finding a quiet spot in the park nearby, Rita sat down, tears streaming down her face. She realized that her desire for vengeance had consumed her, blinding her to the pain she was causing. She had let her anger cloud her judgment, leading her to make a decision she now regretted.

I managed to say, my voice wavering. A flicker of sorrow danced across her features, her eyes filled with regret. "I made mistakes, Isla," she confessed, her voice laced with remorse. "I thought I was protecting you by keeping away. But now, looking at the strong, resilient woman you've become, I realise I deprived you of a part of yourself.”

She knew she was going to go down anyway but she will take them down as well. "You will regret it, Asher Carter. You will fucking regret rejecting me," she thundered, slamming the bottle against the wall, adding to the heap of splinters scattered across the floor. A thrill entered her bloodshot eyes as she watched the glass bursting into tiny pieces. They will break exactly like this. She burst into an uproarious laughter. Asher is vengeful so is she. She will have her revenge even if it costs someone's life. ..............

“We’re taking everything that matters to him. We begin with Nowelle—then, we finish him. You’ll gain his trust. His heart. You’ll access files, schedules, finances. Every move he makes, I want to know it before he does. Understood?” I stay quiet, processing. This means seeing him more—more than I want to. Just the thought of being near him again stirs feelings I’d rather bury. But then I remember what his father did to mine. I don’t care if I have to be his chef, his driver, his dog walker—I’ll do whatever it takes to destroy them. “Okay, Uncle. As long as Stephen pays in the end, I’ll do anything.” He nods. “Apply tomorrow. Blend in. Be useful. You alone hold the key to your revenge.”