My Vengeful Former Lover Novels & Stories

I reached for the closest thing to my arm - the bottle of cognac by my dresser - and flung it as hard as my anger could carry against the wall above my bed, and listened to it shatter like the pain in my heart. I wasn’t even sure what the pain was about exactly. I wanted to say it was about the thought of losing everything, but then I thought of Valeria, whom I had thought would be the woman of my dreams forever. The box of watches on the table disappeared as well into the floor, and I felt a sharp piece of the glass kiss the small open skin beneath my pants. But it was still nothing compared to the ache in my chest. And then I thought about her. About Helen, and the pain even burned fiercer

Through the blur I saw him, my fiancé, the man who once swore he'd love me until death. And he wasn't horrified. He wasn't calling for help. He was watching me die with satisfaction in his eyes. "You did this to yourself," he said gently, almost kindly. "If you had been faithful, none of this would've happened." Darkness closed in and my blood soaked the floor and my voice turned to nothing. But one thought burned in me. If I live through this, I will find him. And I will make him pay. Even if it's the last thing I ever do.

After everything I risked for her she pulled the trigger without even a second thought, and I’ll be goddamned if she gets away with it. After moving to Italy, and killing my father, with Mateo alongside me, making sure he got his revenge against him I had agreed to let him have, I have done nothing but try to make her go away. I have fucked women after women, killed man after man, and have been drinking my weight in top shelf Whisky, but no matter what I do to try to make her, and what she did disappear from my mind, the figment of her shape, her voice, and just everything about her, it all stay’s imprinted. I dream of killing her, but I also dream of her laying in my arms, safely, and grace

Hazel melts into green and blue, bright center dragging me under, pulling me into something dark and suffocating. A vision crashes hard into me. All too quick. A knife plunging into her stomach. A faceless man. Blood everywhere. Brooklyn on the floor, dying, whispering through broken breaths: “Dear universe… let me come back again. Let me have another life. Let me take revenge for my family. Take whatever you want in return.” My chest clenches violently. I can’t breathe. The world tilts. Was she… Was she also killed the same night I died?

Alex affirmed. "Alex, the day I broke up with him, I knew that there's no turning back. I told him the reason for my break-up and that's why he called me a selfish woman." Ana's words startled him, as he also thought her as a selfish woman. "I do not deny this fact either. I am selfish for my ambitions. Now, we got married. Even if we get a divorce, I won't go back to Stephen because he is already my past. Also, on the wedding reception day, the respect I had for him no longer exists. Alex, you told me that you want me to take steps towards you in this relationship and I want to do that," Anastasia truthfully told him. For a second, something strange happened in Alex's heart. This was the se

I would rather choose to hurt myself than seeing other people in pain. My passion and integrity back then led me to become a general in a battleground and to be loved by anyone. However, that love did not last long. When she came to our life, all of that had changed. She succeeded in taking everything from me, even the man I loved the most. However, I am still wondering if time will go back. Would I still rather choose to let her die in the woods and not take her back to the pack when she needs help? Knowing that she would soon betray me and would take everything away from me. Would I be selfish for once and let her soul rest in peace, dying in the most unexpected death she can ever think? W

I turned my head slightly, caught in his orbit. "It mentioned my mother," he said. The vengeful lover I’d been fighting for weeks was gone. In his place was a man who looked like he had just seen the end of the world. "Her death wasn't an accident. The dates on the W-Project go back thirteen years. He’s been doing this a long time." He looked at Victor on that stage—the man who had murdered his mother and bought his girlfriend—and the look in his eyes changed. The fire was gone, replaced by a cold, white-hot revolution.

he repeated, each word dripping with remorse and anguish. But then, a surge of determination surged through him, pushing aside his overwhelming grief. "No... I'm not responsible," he declared, his voice tinged with defiance. "I didn't kill my love; that's not possible." A deep rage began to simmer within him, fueled by vengeance. "So who is to be blamed then? The Vampire is responsible for this. Eric Damian is responsible for this!" His voice rose, carrying a fierce determination. "Yes, Damian… Damian did this. He took my happiness away from me, and I won't rest until I make him pay." His words dripped with raw fury. "I won't stop; I will kill a million people to bring you back, my love," he

He’d whispered it once, drunk, his arms around me: “Serena, you’re back—never letting you go.” I’d nodded, smiled, played the part; he didn’t know the real Serena was dead, that I’d come to ruin him. That was the plan—get close, find proof, bring him down for buying her, for letting Jeremiah destroy her. But plans twist; years here, JJ born, his eyes on me—soft, fierce, real—and I’m lost. I love him, God help me; the man I swore to hate, I’d die for now. How did that happen? How did vengeance turn to this?

But with her—I’d stopped halfway. And now my body wouldn’t let me forget it. She was unfinished business and unfinished business festered like a wound. If I’d just pushed in and just buried myself inside that virgin cunt, she’d already be nothing more than another blurred face in my past. It wasn't too late though, I'd just have to find her, fuck her and I'll be back to my normal self in no time. I set the glass down hard. “Keep looking. I want everything about her—who she is, where she lives, the kind of things she likes, eats, wears. Everything. You understand?"