His Vicious Revenge Novels & Stories

My princess was gone forever. I was gonna rip of the flesh of whoever killed her. I was fucking going to chop of their balls and serve it to them for lunch. More whisky. More and more whisky. She's gone for good. Stop being a pussy, stand up and kill those arseholes. Those fuckers. I listened to my mind, but as I kept trying to stand up, it was impossible. I kept falling. They were all going to pay. Dreidan Mochino Vaughn was going to get his revenge. And with that. I fell asleep, thinking of my lost family.

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

"Oh c'mon spare me the lies Ethan, you expect me to believe you had nothing to do with this...with this filth? You swore to shame and humiliate me." "Trust me Erin, if and when I want to have my revenge on you, I will not stoop so low as to engage the services of a filthy rag." She managed a bitter laugh, pain and humiliation washing over her in waves. His denial only made her madder. She was willing to bet a hundred bucks that he had done this- perhaps not directly- but he was in on this. After all, she was only aware of one man who had threatened to bring about her humiliation and he was right here in the room.

"Vengeance, retaliation, retribution, revenge are deceitful brothers - vile, beguiling demons promising justifiable compensation to a pained soul for his losses. Yet in truth, they craftily fester away all else of worth remaining." - Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse * * * * Yuri’s eye twitched dangerously as she strode down the hallways of the dormitories of Hati, with a chatterbox, namely Tohya Tanigawa, talking her ear off beside her.

Lucien was a dog to her. I leaned back, breathing out slowly through my nose. “You stole from him. You insulted his memory. You treated me like filth… because you thought you could.” Now that I had the data, the plan began to arrange itself like puzzle pieces snapping into place. I didn’t need Valerio. I didn’t need love. I didn’t need anyone. I needed revenge. And I would do it the way I was engineered to do everything…precisely, ruthlessly, effectively.

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

The pity I was feeling that time towards her just lifted up and it changed into fear and also into hate towards her. The Alpha sighed. I guess he doesn't want her to be killed but he doesn't want to keep her alive. "Actually, I haven't seen her for years after the death of my youngest brother. I don't want to think about her until now since it's still vivid to me." I know how he was hurt, and he is still hurting right now that we brought up Lucinda in his mind once again. It was his brother who died and his nephew with him has a rare illness and was cursed for that. Sebastian is innocent and he is now carrying his father's fault and the revenge of his father's lover. I can't explain the emot

“Alright. We’ll do it your way. Have the stock prices dropped?” “Yes. They tanked within hours. What happened last night hit us harder than we ever imagined,” she says, handing me her tablet. I stare at the numbers, and right then and there, I swear to myself—no matter what it takes, I will get revenge on my wife and on Dubois. Even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

Like I was a cranky, silly child throwing a tantrum about monsters under the bed. I pushed myself back upright, my whole body trembling with a mix of pure rage and blinding pain. "This isn't over," I hissed, each word a low, solemn promise. "You tried to kill me. And I swear to you, Victor Blackwood, on everything that is left of my life, I will have my revenge. You will live to wish that truck of yours had finished the job." .

“Ports. Clubs. Politicians. Everything. And when Vic is ashes and Matteo realizes we never needed him… we disappear. Just you, me, Livia. The life we should have had years ago.” I lifted my head, kissed the scar on his jaw, then lower, until my lips brushed the throbbing vein at his throat. “Burn it all, my love,” I breathed. “Then come home and fuck me again. Every night. Until the only thing left in this city that remembers Vic the Blade… is the way we made it scream.” Valerio’s low laugh vibrated under me. His hands were already sliding down my spine again, possessive and hungry. The revenge had begun. But tonight—tonight belonged to us. And no empire, no enemy, no Blade could ever take t