Novels On Revenge Novels & Stories

The judge showed no mercy during sentencing. "Your actions directly led to the death of an innocent young woman," he said sternly. "This court finds your crimes particularly heinous." Prison was a nightmare for Celeste. The pampered princess who had never worked a day in her life was suddenly surrounded by hardened criminals. They showed no sympathy for her tears or her claims of innocence. Every day brought new humiliations and torments. She had plenty of time to think about what she had done. And plenty of time to regret it. This was the perfect revenge I had prepared for all of them.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Velena couldn't blame Alexander for the hurt in her after what happened to her parents a dozen years ago, but Velena also didn't condone the way Alexander had hurt so many people even those who had done nothing wrong to him and Kimbeerly. Velena would never have known if Alexander hadn't suddenly returned home five years ago when she had only been home for a few days. Because when Velena asked Alexander to return home the man would say he couldn't because he was busy with his work and Velena thought that all that time Alexander was really working like what the man said, but beyond Velena's expectations Alexander took revenge on the family of the person who had killed his parents.

I murmured over my shoulder. I stepped out of the study and closed the door behind me. Only then did I allow myself the luxury of a smile. He had no idea, none of them did. They had just let in the woman who would end their lives, and Jason in particular was the one I was saving for last. Jason was the one who would taste the full extent of my revenge. He was the one who would bleed the longest. I would not give him death’s mercy. No. I would hollow him out from the inside day by day, until his own reflection repulsed him. I would kill his mind until sleep became terror and waking became worse.

That way, everyone would be entitled to big fat bonuses at the end of the year so that they could celebrate their New Year holidays happily. It turned out that my subordinates all viewed the sales performance that I had put great effort into achieving as nothing but results I had yielded from selling my body to other clients. They weren't grateful to me at all. Instead, they all looked down on me disdainfully. In fact, when I was slandered in my previous life, not only did those male colleagues not defend me, but they also sabotaged me.

she opens her mouth a few times, searching for the words, but I gently hold her hands and shake my head. “It’s not your fault. Things just… turned out this way. Maybe this was how our story was meant to end. It started with a foolish act of revenge—and in the end, revenge is exactly how it died.”

in my plan to take revenge. Goddess, I was so like my mother, wanting revenge against the wrong person. It was like a vicious cycle. I winced when I remembered how I defended my parents in front of the whole pack. And Caelum….poor Caelum, I almost poisoned him in trying to get revenge. I almost killed my mate for people that do not deserve it. What must have been going through his mind at that time? All these wouldn't have happened if they didn't keep the truth away from you, a small part of me whispered.

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.”

Using AI-generated photos and videos was actually my idea. I had someone tip Mira off on purpose. I pretended to be nervous and evasive, hoping she would blow things out of proportion. So, when the truth came out, everyone would know I had been framed, and my career wouldn’t be ruined. Second, stirring up her family’s attention made it easier to investigate Mira’s bullying. The reporters eventually exposed everything online. My innocence was finally proven. Many netizens who had once cursed me flooded my account with apologies. Hospitals that had previously rejected me now sent job offers.

“We are divided him and me when we should be one. Your scent is our weakness; my undoing, and as much as I want to get our revenge upon your filthy witch of a mother, I fear you will stop me.” “I won’t.” I admit almost immediately as I gnaw on my inner cheek, “but there are so many scars waiting to be painted across its victims' hearts in the name of revenge. Has it ever truly served and met its purpose without any remorse attached to it?” I question, genuinely interested to know what he believes to be true. “It’s difficult to confirm when revenge usually leads to more revenge. It’s a cruel and vicious cycle that can rule and ruin your life. It’s definitely not for the faint-hearted, darling