His Revenge Novels & Stories

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

And with all the life in me, I will come back again! I will rise from the ashes. And when I do, the Andersson family watch out! Because you will not know what hit you until it’s too late. That’s my promise to you! When I take my seat on the airplane, I finally relax a bit and caress my belly. It’s you and me now! Your mommy got this. I will not cry a single tear for your dad again. He is not worth it! but one day I will come back and take revenge. That fucking jerk.

Stephan POV He crossed all the limits now and I couldn't even bother to look at his face. I wanted to punch it and spoo I threw the wine glass away and moved my fist to punch him hard but his reflexes worked quite well. He moved his head back and saved himself. I angrily held his shoulder and looked at his eyes. He was still smiling playfully and at the same moment, I suddenly remembered what Josalina had taught me. Throughout this revenge procedure, Josalina was consistent with the exact revenge procedure. In order to take revenge on Noah, I have to give him exactly what he did to me. I untied my belt and pushed him on the bed.

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

“How bad is this revelation that you think I would leave you?” “Bad.” His expression remains stern. I exhale the hard vibration in my chest. “Fine. Just tell me whatever that is.” He is about to give me a piece of sensitive information—and he needs someone who will listen. I can feel both in that single word from him. “Ever since the tragedy happened in my family, I’ve been driven by revenge. I wanted to crush them, make them pay for everything they’d done.” He lifts his head and takes a deep breath. “But I didn’t know how I would do that. I didn’t know where to start. I was young, I was... I was immature. I was eager to seek revenge regardless of the odds. But I realized I was not confident

I shrugged my shoulders, almost walking out of the room so they wouldn't think wrongly about us but stopped when he said that. "I will, very soon." He managed to say, looking away, pressing his teeth together. “Oh, now after what happened, you still want revenge? Everyone is present, why don’t you slap me here and end this charade?” I jeered, knowing my words were agonizing to him. He opened his mouth to speak but I looked dead into his eyes with my scornful smile. “Because at this point, to me, you and your fucking revenge can go to tell, Mr. Layne. I am not afraid of a pathetic man like you. In fact, show me what you can do.”

She gripped the tablecloth tightly, forcing out each word: "But I don't want them to collapse over a single phone call from you. If they die too easily, what is the point of this revenge? I want them to experience losing everything slowly, piece by piece, exactly what they did to my family." Aiden stared straight into her eyes, falling silent for a few seconds. Looking at the fire of hatred scorching inside that fragile, wounded frame, a secret pang of heartache brushed through his mind, only to be instantly cast aside by his rationality. Quickly pulling himself together, he leaned back into his chair and raised his wine glass, masking his true self behind a p

He said, "Geri, I'm curious. Once you cure me, how exactly are you planning to get your revenge?" Her hand faltered. He pressed on, "Are you going to blow out my other ear? Make me blind in one eye? Pimp me out? Or… make me deliver more condoms to you and Jonah? Don't tell me you're putting in so much effort to save me out of some lingering affection for a sinner like me."

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

“Revenge.” ‎