Ntr Revenge Novels & Stories

"I will be very honest with you, pretty one. I want revenge for what happened to my father and my family as a whole." Gianna scoffed. "You want revenge? What if those people you killed....what of their families comes for revenge? Just what if?" "I'm invincible, like always. They succeeded in bringing down my father but I still stand tall. Yeah?" "No matter what you do, you will never be able to destroy Tristan. He's strong and invincible as well. Stop wasting your time and let me go already!" Gianna yelled. Provokingly, Nelson raised his hand and brought it down on Gianna's face. He hit her so hard that she tumbled over the chair and fell hard on the floor.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

It was not difficult to tell Ryan liked me. At the auction, he placed a high bid and won a moonstone necklace just to give it to me. When he handed it over, I did not take it. Instead, I asked, "Ryan, your feelings make me nervous. I didn't even know you before you saved me, but you act like you've known me forever. Have we met before?" He looked at me gently and asked, "Do you remember the boy you dragged out of a swamp in the forest ten years ago?"

Now, reborn, she wanted nothing more than to rip him apart. “Nathan, my retribution is you, and your retribution is me. This is a cage we can’t escape from. Accept your fate.” With those words, Thea put on her sunglasses and walked away coolly, her presence commanding and untouchable. Nathan watched her retreating figure, muttering to himself, “Crazy woman.” He truly believed that he had once been kind and devoted to Thea. Her revenge, in his mind, was simply due to her narrow-mindedness, not his fault. Still, his inner wolf couldn't deny that meeting her was indeed a stroke of bad luck.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

“I just came here to relax for Christmas, and you’re calling me a mistress?! Do you have any shame? Don’t you know how I’ve treated you all these years?!” Thomas exploded like a lit fuse. “I organized debauchery? You burned down my company and still dare to slander me. You deserve to die!” With a fierce look, he rushed at me with his fist raised. I sidestepped swiftly and struck him hard across the face. The crisp sound echoed as a red handprint appeared instantly. “I’m just telling the truth. What are you going to do about it?” I took the envelope from my pocket and waved it in front of everyone.

"Everything would've panned out right, Bel. It worked in my favour. I didn't want you to be around when I met Adrian." "That's the thing. I'm not meant to be a tool in your plan. It should be 'our' plan. You didn't even tell me Diavolo was there." "He was. Far across the hall, amongst the VIPs." Inhaling deeply, I pushed back my anger, a hollow feeling that I was now familiar with, taking over me. Being tossed around in this revenge game was becoming exhausting yet I had no choice. There was no use hashing it out. "Okay. Let's forget about what you did." I dismissed, turning to address the newest information.

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

the stranger said. Her hearing was fuzzy too, but she thought she heard him say revenge. Revenge? Yes! "Yes," she said, not realizing she was speaking out loud. "I will make you stronger than you have ever imagined. In return, you will serve me," the man said. It was getting harder and harder to speak, but somehow she managed to accept his offer. She heard him laugh again. "This may be painful for some, but try to be patient. And you can call me Nathan."

He would rather do it on his win. “I don’t need your help,” he spat coldly. Anderson smiled. He wasn’t done. Trent had to know the reason for his kind gesture. “Well, I’m not doing it for you but myself because if you don’t win, your father most probably will disown you after the video of you dancing naked goes viral,” he taunted, his gaze cold. Anderson never lost till Bernice. As such, it pained him so much that he spent years planning his revenge. There was nothing he didn’t do to win Bernice back. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted Trent to suffer.