Is She Wants Revenge Goth Novels & Stories

The house where I'd tried so hard to build a family, where I'd given everything and received nothing in return. "They're going to pay for this," I said quietly, my hands clenched in my lap. "For everything they've done." Sophia glanced at me, something fierce and approving in her expression. "Damn right they are." I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Revenge would come later, I promised myself. Alex thought he could discard me like trash, thought I was too weak and broken to fight back. He was wrong. But first, I needed to heal. I needed to rebuild myself, to remember who I was before I became Mrs. Alex Hayes.

Why is it so hard for normal people to even defend themselves? [I know right! When she threatened her to stop the stream, I thought it would end like this!] [Just because they’ve got a little cash, they think they’re untouchable!] Seeing the wave of indignation, Mira shifted gears to show her true intent—making money. “There are already a hundred and fifty thousand of you here with me. If each of you could donate something to me, it would give me the strength to keep fighting these corrupt elites!” However, no matter how desperately she pleaded, not a single cent came through.

“The world you left is waiting to swallow you whole. Are you ready to fight?” Her gaze met his, fierce and unyielding. “I’m not just ready. I’m hungry.” The hunger wasn’t just for revenge—it was for control, for power reclaimed, for justice writ in fire. As they disappeared into the shadows of Aurum Heights, Adrielle knew that every move from here on out would be calculated, every step a battle in a war she intended to win. This wasn’t survival. This was obliteration.

So when Sophia left him years ago, he swallowed all the humiliation and resentment, then turned his eyes to the daughter Grace loved most. He told himself it was only revenge. He wanted Grace to watch her daughter fall in love with the wrong man, then be abandoned by his hand. But he had never expected Elena to know. Even less had he expected that after she knew, she wouldn't cry, wouldn't scream, wouldn't question him, and wouldn't take revenge. She did only one thing. She left him. Luca slowly crouched down, as if someone had pulled the spine out of him. She didn't hate him. That thought scared him more than any curse.

" He burst out laughing. Clara didn't stay idle either. She stood off to the side and ground the sharp heel of her stiletto into my fingers. The pain made me scream, but she only laughed harder. "You idiot! Do you still not understand that you're just our scapegoat? Once we transfer everything in my womb to your body, the rich men will come after you and beat you to death!" She leaned in, dug her sharp nails into my cheek, then added in a shrill, evil voice, "Look at the pathetic state you're in right now. You're filthy, disgusting, and a waste of food if you stay alive. It's an honor that you can even contribute to our lives.

Close enough to smell his cologne. “Because,” she said calmly, “I want revenge.” Mark frowned. “What kind of revenge?” Selina leaned closer to his ear. “The kind that hurts.” Mark swallowed. “You’re serious.” Selina looked directly into his eyes. “Completely.” Mark studied her face carefully. “You want to get back at them.” “Yes.” “And you want me involved.” Selina nodded. Mark let out a low whistle. “Damn.” Silence filled the room for a moment. Then Mark said slowly,

I was kicked forward and fell to my knees. She walked around Viktor and gripped his hair back before she raised her head to look at me. I lifted my head to look into her eyes and gasped at what I saw there. No longer did her eyes burn with passion, no longer could I feel her kindness radiating off of her. Instead, I saw a darkness in them that wouldn’t be appeased with just our deaths. “What do you want?” I pleaded. “Revenge,” she breathed. “Revenge? For what? What have I done?” I asked.

“Well, unless that man underwent sex reassignment surgery overnight, I think it’s obvious now that ‘he’ is a ‘she.’” “Boom.” Isabelle snaps her fingers, pointing at me like I just proved her point in a game show. I turn to her fully, glaring her daggers. “So what do you want, Miss He-She? Why are you doing all this?” She pouts, spreading her arms wide, spinning slightly like she’s presenting a masterpiece. “Well, isn’t it obvious?” “What?” I bite out. “Revenge.” My stomach drops. "Revenge? For what?"

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.