His Revenge Novels & Stories

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.”

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

“Swear to me that you do not like those names flowing from my tongue. The same tongue that could take your entire body to see the stars. You can't possibly kill me now, wait till I've shown you just what you deserve, then you can kill me, my sweet sugar plum. Just put the gun down.” There he goes, the creepiest guy I've even come to interact with. Unfazed and stupid even in the face of death. How did he possibly know that I was with a gun without looking at me since I got there? “Bastard,” I yelled and pointed the gun to his glass window and pulled the trigger that shattered it. That drew its attention immediately and he jerked up, kicking his chair over in the process. “You don't get to do

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

Axel snarled, watching the man convulse in agony. The man’s cries only fueled Axel’s anger. For sixteen long years, Axel had carried the image of his father’s murder in his mind, the way his father had screamed as a knife was driven into his eye. This was the revenge he had waited for, and he wasn’t about to stop until he had destroyed every last piece of Mr. Austin’s empire. Axel’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he dragged the blade down the man’s chest, tearing through flesh and muscle. “Finally,” Axel whispered, watching the man gasp for breath as his intestines spilled from his body.

Moon goddess said. “What event would you want to be reincarnated to?” She questioned, suddenly. I paused to think and then came to a conclusion. I wanted to see my mother, at least, one more time before I finally carried out my revenge on them. “Years before my mother died in the raid.”

One swift motion, and it could all be over. Antonio, unaware of Cassandra’s plans, seemed increasingly pleased with the scene before him. He leaned closer, staring at Cassandra as though she were a prize he had just claimed. Cassandra stared back, her sharp eyes full of suppressed hatred. She was ready—ready to enact the revenge she had been planning for so long. Antonio had no idea that behind Cassandra’s seemingly resigned demeanor lay an unstoppable fury, and she was prepared to strike him down with the blade hidden in her hand.

Kael snarled, "And what will you do? You're just a pup compared to the likes of us. You have no power here." Sophia straightened up, not budging an inch. "Maybe not yet. But I have my family, and we will fight back." "Your family won't save you from this," Kael belittled. "Daniel, are you with us or against us? Daniel turned to Sophia with a look of uncertainty, his eyes not knowing quite which way to turn. "I… I don't know," he whispered. Above her frustration and terror rose. "Daniel, please, you know who I am! You know I would never betray you."

"I-I didn't plan it, and there wasn't much I could do." He watched her for some time without saying a word. Just as Sophia thought the conversation was over, his deep voice came again, "Do you want revenge?" "What?" Sophia blinked, clearly taken aback. "I asked if you want revenge on him. Marcus." He repeated this time, his voice slow and deliberate. His eyes were still on her gauging her reaction. Revenge? Sophia's mind raced. The question hung in the air as Sophia has never thought of revenge even after everything she went through in the Hawthorne family. Was it wrong to make them pay for what they made her go through? Even for a fraction of it?

His green white held my gaze. “Look at you all. So eager to defend Quinn. In your eyes, he is a saint. I wonder really what kind of Saint torched a house full of people!” Al duro, I don't give a fuck about your feelings. I'm here for my revenge.” He scoffed. “You… you are here for revenge? I'm the one who lost his life. The one who spent his entire life living because he wants to get back his family's killer. But I don't get revenge. You do. How fair.”