Novels On Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

“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.”

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.

“I think you’re stupid enough to steal from the Delgados.” His finger flexed on the trigger guard. “Tell me why.” “Because you burned my past. Because you stamped ash across everything I loved, and because your notebook might prove it.” She wanted to utter these words so badly, but she didn't. Instead she said, “I wanted to know who I work for.” “Curiosity gets maids fired.” “Bullets splatter,” she reminded. A tense beat. Then he exhaled; frustration, not relief. “Put the book down,” he repeated.

And I felt something rising in my chest that was enormous and burning and had nowhere to go, and I didn't try to contain it. "I want to destroy them," I said. "Every single one of them. I want —" "Ivonne," Thorin said sharply. "Stop. Look at me." I couldn't look at him. I could only look at Seraphina, who was watching me with those steady, ancient eyes, and I said, "How do I get revenge? Tell me. Whatever it takes." "Ivonne, don't —" Thorin started. "Tell me," I said again, directly to the girl.

‘Trust me, if it takes that long to read a person, no one would want to do it. “Are you okay?” I looked back into Tessa’s eyes, so glad I got to meet her. Now I’m one step closer to catching my mother’s killer. ‘I think I found out who murdered my mother...’ I said to Antonio. ‘I know, did you forget you’re an open book now? Hold her hand with the both of yours and finish that vision.’ I mentally nodded and placed my other hand on Tessa’s. The vision continued. “Renee? Who is she? Why would she murder your wife?” Catherine’s hand was at her throat as she swallowed hard. Frank didn’t answer right away.

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

I took it to my room, got comfortable on the bed and opened my favourite novel. It's one I've read over and over again, always mesmerised by the plot and the characters. The way they drive for revenge and everything in-between. Love, lust, passion, tragedy. It all struck home. I was more than halfway through my cup when my ten minute alarm rang and I got up. Thanking the gods for the little pleasures of life, I stripped and got into the shower. I let the hot water roll off my skin thinking about my open book and comfy bed waiting for me outside.