His Vicious Revenge Novels & Stories

“We almost… in the sauna… I thought—” “That I’ll choose orgasms over revenge?” My eyes gouge, but I manage to tilt my head. “F-Foolish man. You can’t even kill a chick without the Mother hen pecking you for vengeance. Have you grown so drunk on my ass that you can’t even see the malice in my eyes— Hmm.” Tristan’s amber eyes turn molten. His hold fumbles on my neck, slowly, coming undone. I stabbed him in the morning and shot him at night.

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

"You need to be careful, I don't think it will be easy to mess up with him." "I know. I need to play with his pride first.." "I know that you're trying your best for this revenge but please don't get hurt in the process. I rather have you just kill them right away instead of playing with their emotions." "It won't be fair, Wilson. For years, Rector Reyes tortured my parents. I won't let him die easily, he needs to experience the pain first then I will kill him with my own hands." I said in a cold tone. "How about Alan? He doesn't know a thing about this, so why attacking him?"

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.

He was actually, genuinely losing his grip on reality. Anger wasn't working. That much was blindingly obvious now. Every time he snapped at her, every time he tried to pull rank or act like the cold, calculating vice president, it just pushed her right back into Damien’s lap. She fed on his hostility. She used his absolute lack of self-control as a weapon to make herself look like the victim, the dutiful partner leaning on her older, powerful husband for protection.

His chest heaved sharply with extreme fury, and his lips trembled beyond his control. Mystic Vale—that devil—who had colluded with other sects to assault Ethereal Lumin Hold, whose hands were drenched in the blood of everyone in the hold; that villain they had believed had long since been shattered in soul by the passage of time—was still alive? Through a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, he had survived to this day. Over these thousands of years, how many more atrocities had he committed? Enormous shock and hatred suppressed for a hundred lives twisted together in an instant, and for the first time, the ever-strategic, unreadable Vicente showed such uncontrollable fury. His jaw clenched s

To make it happen, she’s ready to sacrifice herself no matter what it takes. She didn’t see the exact look of Vivianne inside the coffin because she didn’t want her mind to allow peace. She wanted to imprint on her mind the last horrible look of Vivianne even nightmares wouldn’t allow her to sleep every night. She will be like this until she finds all the vampires who kill them—not on peace and craving for revenge. “I promise…” Lirah clenched her hand into a fist while shaking with anger. “I will take my revenge and no one can stop me! They will pay… they will…” she quickly wiped away the tears that fell again.

“You hate them, don’t you? The woman who humiliated you. The man who overshadowed you. Together, they’ve left you with nothing.” My breath hitched, and he must have noticed because his smile widened. “I can help you take it all back,” he said My instincts screamed at me not to trust this man. I haven't even met him before in my life but my pride—the part of me that couldn’t stand the idea of Isabella and Nicholas winning—kept me from walking away. “What’s the catch?” I asked. “There’s no catch,” Victor said smoothly, though his eyes gleamed with something dark. “Only a partnership. You’ll get your revenge, your assets, your power. And I’ll get what I want.”

Reyana inches closer to her, "Afraid I might steal his attention away from you like you did to Valerie?" The mention of Valerie's name caused a flicker of unreadable emotion to cross Visha's eyes. Reacting swiftly, her hand connected with Reyana's cheek in a sharp slap, the sound echoing in the hallway. Reyana's hand flew to her stinging cheek, her eyes flashing with anger, "Don't you dare, Reyana!" Before Visha could comprehend Reyana's reaction, she felt a searing pain on her own cheek as Reyana retaliated. Tears welled in Visha's eyes from the impact of Reyana's slap, her expression a mix of shock and fear.

The anger over his callous rejections, the humiliation he had subjected me to by casting me aside like useless refuse - it all fueled an insatiable desire to make him suffer as I had suffered. This all-consuming thirst for revenge was what had driven me into the arms of Scar and his vile coven in the first place. Looking back, I shuddered to think of the depraved acts I had committed, the unspeakable horrors I had borne witness to in my single-minded chase of power. Scar's Darkspawn was a sadistic, unforgiving lot of ones who reveled in inflicting pain and misery upon any pathetic soul unlucky enough to cross their paths.