Netorare Revenge Novels & Stories

Neev's POV : After coming back in my room , I went towards the window. I exhaled and kept looking at the moon. After Navya's death I was broken would be an understandment. I was barely living and was breathing for name sake. I was , and still I am burning in the fire of revenge for my baby sisiter . Her those teary eyes always come in front of my eyes whenever I try to sleep. I took the vow to make all them pay on the day of Navya's Antim sanskar.

m. Everyone turned their eyes on Mira. She froze for a few seconds before snapping back, “Fine! Yes, I did get a refund! But that’s only because you told me we’re family, and I didn’t need to pay! That’s why I canceled it! “You think showing a refund slip clears your name? Keep dreaming!” She really was stubborn to the very end. Since I had anticipated this, I led them all to the CT operating room. I had deliberately chosen the lunch break so we wouldn’t interfere with normal working hours.

I struggled against his grip, forcing myself to speak through short breaths: “If you really wanted revenge, Adrian, you wouldn’t have involved innocent people. This isn’t about justice; it’s about power.” I met his cold gaze, trying to ignore the fear gnawing at me from within. “You’ve become everything you claimed to hate.” To my complete surprise, Adrian let go of my neck. He stepped back, his eyes glinting with rage and pain, but also uncertainty. He ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily, and I could see that my words had hit him, even if he tried to hide it.

"No. For Anabella's legacy, I'm here. And Dominick, for you. I'll destroy you because you ruined her. All of the people who used to stand by her are now your opponents. And nobody is left to keep you safe. Varek's comments were like a kick to Dominick's stomach, making his pulse accelerate. His whole world seemed to be weighing down on him. His leadership skills were already being questioned by the pack. And now Varek, who had come back from the shadows to exact revenge, was coming to torment him from his past. As Dominick's old scars and uncertainties resurfaced, Varek's black energy crackled in the air. Everything appeared to fall on him at once, including the consequences of his previous

She would gladly open and welcome it with wide arms. "Honey, why are you so gloomy? We are going to play with our enemies today, you should be happy! Isn't this what you have always wanted? I mean, revenge for your parents death, huh?!!" West took her hands and squeezed tightly. "I'm okay, I just…"

It was a cold night, Rene stays in his computer room ready to start his journey online. A plan he perfectly made for his revenge, he laid it out before, that sense of fulfillment that he actually made it possible to happen is thrilling him. He set up an account under the pseudo name, Richard Tyson. Though he use his own picture, he edited it in a way that hid his face. Then he went into the list of names that he prepared. A portfolio that has every details he need for this journey of revenge.

This victory, this first strike, felt tainted by her suffering. It wasn't a clean victory. It was a victory born from a deeper tragedy, and the personal cost was immense. My revenge was moving forward, but at what price to my own soul, and to the last vestiges of my family? The news was good, undeniably, but the feeling in my gut was a complex knot of triumph, grief, and a chilling sense of the long, brutal road still ahead. Don Antonio, ever perceptive, seemed to sense my internal turmoil. His gaze, which had been fixed on the screen, now shifted to me, softening slightly. The triumphant gleam in his eyes lessened, replaced by something akin to understanding.

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

Peter replied. Aurora fell silent. Darius studied his uncle for a long moment. “And Dante?” he asked. “What role does he play in all of your plans?” Peter leaned back slightly. “Dante is the consequence.” Aurora frowned. “What does that mean?” Peter slowly raised his eyes. “He needs to learn what it means to lose.” The statement made Aurora uncomfortable. “Dante has already lost a lot.” “Not enough.” Peter answered too quickly. Aurora immediately stared at him. “I don’t want revenge anymore.”

The stronger her enemy was, the more persevered she had to be. She was no longer the woman from five years ago. She returned as if she was reborn. She wanted to avenge Bennett and the two children.