Netorare Revenge Novels & Stories

You will carry every memory of your betrayal, so that when the time comes you will make them pay. Sharon's chest tightened. Finally! A chance for revenge. "But as it is often said in another land, a person who seeks revenge must dig two graves. One for themselves and one for their enemies." Sharon's fingers curled into fists. "I plan to dig three. One for myself, one for my enemies, and one for the friends of my enemies! Send me back my Goddess! I will make them all wish they were never born!" "Very well. To make it bearable for you I will lock your past life from you until you are ready for your revenge."

CHAPTER 3 Cassandra drove to the familiar luxurious mansion, her former home, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She felt disgusted by what she was about to do, but the thought of avenging her parents strengthened her resolve. Antonio's name and the memory of her parents' deaths were intertwined, fueling the fire of revenge that had burned for years.

After hanging up, I collapsed to the floor as if I'd expended 15 years' worth of energy at once. 15 years. I'd waited 15 years for this. Dad, did you know? This lowly insect had finally found a blade fit for its revenge, and it was now about to transform into a vengeful demon.

I look at each of them, lingering on Sara and Roman, before I look at the others. “Well, some of you know me, so let me re-introduce myself, anyway. My name is Rebel Moretti-Jackson. I am the granddaughter of Antonio and Teagan Moretti as well as Harry Hatchet Jackson and Deanna Jackson, the daughter of Angel Moretti-Jackson and Ryder Savage Jackson. I am part of the Mother’s Revenge. Which is where you all are.” I say, looking at them. Colton is pleading with me with his eyes. He should know better. “Some of you have been here before or have dealt with this organisation in the past. Some good.” I look at Colton before I continue. “Some not so good.” I say, looking at both Sara and Roman.

It was simply out of expectation! “Daddy!” Stomping her foot with a scowl, Neve stared at Matthew in hopes that he would figure out a way to recollect her 1.15 million dollars. Matthew could only stare back at her. It was futile. No matter how furious they were, there was no solving the matter. “F*ck, we just got unlucky this time. We’ll get more back from Jade soon anyway!” Neve remembered what they had been doing in secret recently and nodded. She gritted her teeth and screeched, “This time, we need to make sure that Jade is completely obliterated so that she won’t be able to make a comeback—forever!”

"Obstructing an Executioner carries a mandatory sterilization mandate." Nero, the Rank 7 Hermit-Crab strain, did not step aside. She looked at her rusted, ramshackle settlement—the Lanterns—which Ren had just saved from being wiped off the map. Then she looked at the pristine, arrogant Up-Worlder threatening her reef.

She silently yet firmly spoke the word while staring directly into his eyes. “I came back to take my revenge, Rayan. I'm here to destroy you and your so-called family. I'm here to make every single one of you pay what you guys owe me. My father, my child, and my life. I came back to collect my debts, Mr. Rayan Allen.” Anthea’s blue eyes glinted under the moonlight, reflecting her underlying desire for revenge as she calmly yet boldly informed him of her motive without any fear. She wasn't someone who would cower down in front of her enemy. Even if the enemy happened to be her ex-husband for whom her heart still raced.

he said, his thumb pressing lightly against my jaw, “if you don’t give them a satisfying revenge, I will step in. And when I do, trust me when I say this, everyone will be destroyed for even daring to utter your name.” He was right. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. A slow smile tugged at my lips. If I was going to take revenge, I wouldn’t do it halfway. I wouldn’t rush it. I would make it thorough. I would make this revenge very satisfying. **** End of flashback I looked down at Nora as she clutched the files on the floor, her fingers trembling so badly the papers crinkled beneath her grip. She looked small like this, stripped of the confidence she liked to weaponize.

"I won't let anyone jeopardize what I've built." The hacker groaned, writhing in pain. "You... you can't... just eliminate me." Nate's eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity. "I can, and I will protect my interests at any cost." Nate's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he navigated the darkened streets. The gunshot still echoed in his mind, a chilling reminder of the darkness he had willingly embraced. His thoughts wandered back to a past filled with pain and loss, a past that fueled the flames of revenge burning within him.

Let her play her game. After all, it was more fun when they thought they had a chance. --- Neera stood in her apartment that night, files spread across her table. The Castello case had been a test. She passed. Now the real work began. She opened a secure file on her laptop: her father’s case. Old files. Redacted reports. She cross-referenced names, operations, old court dockets. One name surfaced again and again. Kieran Renzaro. She whispered to herself, cold and certain: