Joy Of Revenge Novels & Stories

I lived for racing, but my wife, Whitney Cross, supposedly got so motion sick that even a fast elevator ride could make her throw up. Whenever I suggested a drive along the winding mountain roads, she went pale and refused, claiming she was born with a balance disorder. Then a TikTok trend went viral, with guys posting videos of their girlfriends struggling with things that wouldn't faze most people. I joined in and posted a clip of Whitney dry heaving after a ride on a carousel. The comments quickly filled with sympathy. [She's so delicate! You'd better treat her like a princess.] But then a couple of comments caught my eye. [Hold on, isn't that Whitney Cross? The Queen of Suicide M

I was born without the ability to feel pain. When I was three years old, my nanny got annoyed with my crying and secretly pinched my arm until it bruised. I barely reacted, but all ten of her fingers dislocated at once. When I was eight years old, my older cousin shoved me into a swimming pool. I choked on a little water, but she ended up on the pool deck, struggling as water somehow filled her lungs. Later, my family brought in an elderly man who said I was protected by a powerful spell. Anyone who deliberately hurt me would suffer tenfold the pain in my place. From then on, no one in my family dared lay a finger on me. At 24 years old, my family arranged a marriage alliance with the

This time, it was tinged with the bitter notes of revenge, finally achieved after what felt like an eternity. I couldn't help but relive the events building up to this victory as I stood tall and revelled in the soldiers’ admiration. We had been through all of these challenges together as one family for a short period. The rage, the agony, and the resolve all blended into a powerful mixture that was the bane of every one of my actions. I could still see the image of my Beta Joshua’s dead face in my head, contorted with shock and defeat. I'd kept that picture close to my heart, watching it repeatedly like a favourite movie. It was an exhilarating feeling to have outclassed, outsmarted, and ou

Meanwhile, their gazes toward Arnold and Elaine were filled with unadulterated contempt and anger. Arnold staggered slightly, almost unable to stand. He pointed at my phone and hysterically screamed, "Nonsense! You hired someone to stage this! You'll stop at nothing for revenge, Whitney!" Elaine snapped back to her senses and started crying in his arms. "I knew she won't let us off, Arnold. She's trying to ruin us and Linda!" I coldly watched their act, unbothered to even speak. Their excuses were pointless when the facts were right in front of everyone.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

"If I knew that it would cause him so much pain, I would have never left him here and raised him myself even if I had to beg for a living!” Jay stared at the woman's pretentious face, and there was disgust in his eyes. "Get out!" Rose grabbed her handbag from the sofa and ran out in shame. Jay let his body plunge into the sofa. Although he got his revenge on Rose, he did not feel even the slightest feeling of happiness when he saw how embarrassed she looked. Rose was right. In order to take his revenge on her, he involved the innocent Jenson. How could he be happy if he hurt his son?

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.

“Oh fuck, you’re loving this?!” “NO! YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” His cries came not only with tears and snot but with blood. The pain must have been overwhelming. I reveled in it. And that kept me going. “I don’t believe you, are you about to-Oh my god! You’re a slut!” I howled in glee as his most shameful moment literally came. It was delicious; his humiliation fueled me. This was everything. I went on and on until the next video played on screen. I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

She would not allow herself to keep bearing the pain any longer until she avenges her father’s death. The sense of injustice and the desire for retribution ignited a fire within her, propelling her forward. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, fraught with danger and heartache, but she couldn't allow herself to falter.Athena's hurt fueled her determination for revenge, but she was aware that revenge alone would not heal her wounds. She needed to find a way to reconcile her pain and her thirst for justice. As she reentered the Esteros community, where she would once again face Ardolf, she steeled herself for the battles to come, both physical and emotional.

“I might not always understand your mind but I’m the last person who would judge you about any of your choices. I stayed with you while you healed for months. I saw your trauma and suffering firsthand while they thrived on your demise. Trust me, I know,” Tamara’s shoulders shook and she shook her head as tears leaked from her eyes. “But that’s the thing, Marco. You were right! I The revenge,” Tamara shook her head, trying to collect her thoughts. “The revenge is—- It's eating me from the inside,” Tamara whispered her fear to her best friend through teary eyes.