How To Write A Revenge Story Novels & Stories

"I don't have to spell out every single detail, child. You should know." "Yes, I understand," I replied blandly. "Do you understand our aim, child?" She gulped her glass of whiskey, pouring herself another one. "To get revenge for my parents," my heart clenched. "And how do we plan to achieve that?" "By destroying their mafia." "And what do we need to destroy it?" "Anything incriminating and a file-"

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Now that we are now more familiar, there would be no harm if I asked, right? He looked at me seriously, “if this is a sensitive topic to talk about, it’s okay” I said since he hasn’t said anything for a while. “It’s fine, I’ll tell you” he replied and I felt relieved. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me but I had a mate once who betrayed me with my brother and I caught them in bed one day and I felt crushed” he said and sighed. “ I asked them how long it had been going on and it had been going on for weeks. I was extremely hurt but I couldn’t do anything, my heart couldn’t handle the pain and I was immobile. My brother came up to me and stabbed me with a dagger right in my chest. I fell to th

Honestly, from what I’d pieced together about their world and their family, I wouldn’t want to f*ck with them, and the longer I stayed here, the more I felt like a ticking time bomb. What if there’s an attack? What if I become collateral damage in a war I didn’t choose, and get caught in a crossfire? Or worse, what if I get kidnapped? My stomach twisted into tight knots and my chest squeezed itself into a panic ball. This was way above my pay grade.... If only I had any. I needed to talk to Gabriel. I had to convince him to take me back to my Papa. I would work my butt off until I pay back every penny gave El Diablo. I wasn’t cut out for this life....guns, gangs and revenge.

she told him. "I just need the right time to tell her." Gabriel pleaded with her. "or could it be you are still in love with her?" Stella asked. "Hell no, how can that be. You are the only one I love, you know that." "Then divorce her or you and I are done." "Stella, calm down, I need to set a trap for her that can justify me divorcing her. If I just divorce her like that, she can contest it in court. And what if she is given half of my wealth?" he asked her.

I'm being dealt with them blow by blow, while he's rotting away in the next room. For a while, I'm there, staring at the pictures of my supposed biological parents, and seeing traces of their features in me. I have Jacqueline's jet black hair and full lips, but Henry's sharp eyes and relaxed stance. That's when the emotions begin to overflow. My heart clenches, not just in pain for my dead parents (both couples, by the way), but in rage. I am filled with the thirst for vengeance, and I swear to find the cause of all their deaths and avenge them, even if it's the last thing I do. I should be annoyed with the deceased couple in the room next door, but because I have no idea why they took me aw

Or could it be rooted in genuine paternal concern and love, wishing to shield his son from harm? Various thoughts raced through Justin's mind. He couldn't be held accountable, having never experienced that paternal affection, the protective love fathers typically harbor for their children. Recalling his father's question, Justin carefully crafted a response, "If I knew the identity of those who sent assassins after me, they'd be dealt with already. I genuinely have no clue, father," he lied. Revealing the culprit to his father would jeopardize Justin's quest for revenge, and that was a secret he wasn't willing to disclose.

“Were you a writer before? You seem to have a good grasp on how romance stories should start. Only, this isn’t a romance story but a mystery thriller.” “I’m just good at anything,” here he was again with his overflowing self-confidence. “But remember this, Maddy. You can’t allow yourself to fall in your own trap. If you want your revenge plan to be perfect, you shouldn’t feel anything for him. Though I’m confident you won’t because he was a big traitor who deserved no mercy, I still want to remind you in case you lose your track.” “I won’t lose my track,” I was dead sure I wouldn’t. I would never forgive the people who were the reason for my family’s demise.

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke in that low, calm voice that always carried weight. “You’re a smart woman. I know you can do this. But you just need to be careful, and know this.” He paused. “Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken

The intensity of my thoughts surged through me, fueling my resolve to seize control of my own destiny. In the dim light of my room, I plotted my revenge, weaving a narrative of deceit and manipulation. It was a dangerous game, one that could have consequences I hadn't fully anticipated. But I was beyond caring. The fires of vengeance burned within me, and I was ready to unleash them upon the world that had wronged me. I knew that Amber had truly been reborn—a phoenix forged from pain and anger. My mind raced, crafting a plan that would leave Brittany Davis shattered, just as I had once been.