Joy Of Revenge Novels & Stories

:-D According to the previous chapter. The shades of joy I mentioned. White means we take joy in good things e.g. in love, in kindness, etc. For some black deeds act as fuel of joy. They take pleasure in doing bad to someone and same was the case with Minahil. She was relating her pleasure to Abraham losing the game. And for most the fuel to Joy is grey. Grey is a border line between white and black. A person faces different situations. Sometimes we take pleasure after revenge and sometimes we take pleasure in forgiveness. (;

It is she who should be angry and the one who showed anger was the other one. When the cupids were giving each other exhausted glances, an annoyed voice called, “MOM!!!” Slapping her own head remembering she got Arman late for his school, Aisha said, “I have to go too.” After planting a small peck on Arif’s cheek and doing a quick hug with Aliyah, she screamed while walking out of the mansion in hurry with holding an annoyed Arman’s hand, “BYE!!!” Sitting on the sofa nearby, Arif and Aliyah were the only people left in the home except for the workers. "Hassan has told Simran about him being part in this Revenge shit of Ali," Arif said to Aliyah who looked at him in shock.

The joy in his heart was pounding when he remembered how last night he killed James with his own hands. Alexander felt the protruding part of his armpit, it was a bug that was implanted in his body. With this tool, he can tell everyone the situation he is in, without having to bother using his cellphone. In his heart, he smiled with satisfaction. Imagining how Xavier would lose at the hands of the enemy. ** Sinokmput

A woman tormented beyond reckoning and to the point of no return. I don’t move, as I watch her heartbeat slow. She’s dying… I take out my blade, and bending down, I drive it through her forehead, as I rip out her heart with the other. “For Chris,” I whisper, my blazing eyes glaring down at the woman who ripped apart my world just as I ripped out her heart. My heart is still empty, but there is a satisfaction within me… Who said you don’t feel happiness when you seek revenge? I stand up and turn away. Time to join the battle above…

Love can be replaced by pain, and pain will become anger, and anger will become the foundation of revenge," Joanna said, and patted my shoulder. "Joanna, You know, I can't do that no matter how angry I am or how upset I am, "I said, then I sat on my bed. "You know what he's saying is true," replied Nathan, leaning against the door. "Leion has done too much to Aubrey. "If you only knew Aubrey deserved a martyr award for his great kindness and forgiveness," irritated Joanna said to Nathan, who then stood beside me and touched both of my shoulders. But I really don't want to. I can't. If he's happy there, he's just there. I don't have to take revenge or anything just to be happy. "

Jimmy smiled, but it was a bitter, calculated smile. "What I want... is revenge." He looked at Gutemberg with eyes burning with fury. "I’m going to make you pay for everything that happened, for what was stolen from me. And if that means destroying everyone you love, then I will. I won’t let you get away with everything you made me go through."

Although she knew she was going to be extremely excited, she still couldn't help but feel a little anxious that she might still be in danger when she returns. She was lost in those thoughts when a knock sounded on her door. "Yes," she answered. "you can come in," she added when the person didn't come in after a while. "Hi," the person at the door said slowly with a raise of her hand, it was Joey "I came to return this," she said shaking the hand drier in her hand. "Thank you for lending it to me," Joey said before dropping it on top of the bed side table. Sia didn't say anything back she just nodded her head waiting for the girl to leave so she could continue from where she left off in her w

Javier looked at his pale thin hands and clenched his fist. Determination and burning will rage in his heart. Right. Now that he had woken up and overcome the most difficult part of his journey, he would start to get what was rightfully his one by one. He would not let those people who mistreated him and made him live in darkness for many years be left unscathed. Javier's peaceful gaze turned fiery. He would not be the same kind and naive Javier before. He was reborn. And his heart was raging mad to get revenge.

He remained steadfast in his belief that true justice could be achieved through compassion and integrity. As the fight for justice continued, Alex learned to navigate the delicate balance between personal grief and public responsibility. The shadow of revenge no longer loomed over him as a dark cloud; instead, it had transformed into a guiding light, illuminating the path toward meaningful change. In this journey, he discovered that the most powerful revenge was not in retaliation but in the relentless pursuit of justice that could foster healing, growth, and a better future for all.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.