Obsessed With Revenge Novels & Stories

An unsettling sensation of being observed persisted within my consciousness. The journalist. My encounters with her remained nonexistent while an unsettling feeling persisted within me. What did she want? Which entity dispatched her? Was it Mira? The necessity of Mira's involvement became undeniable. The only possible motivation for anyone to trail my movements was their desire to uncover scandalous information. If she excavated with sufficient depth, abundant quantities of that emerged. An opportunity to ponder it never presented itself within my schedule. A larger issue confronted me today. The return journey of my mother and Alexander reached its conclusion.

said Selena tactfully. "So, you think my grandma was being impulsive?" "No. Someone her age knows how to evaluate a situation better than we do. Perhaps Ms. Monica knows something we don't? "I saw the footage. The assailant was targeting you two. He knew who he wanted to kill. "Others on the internet agreed with me, too. They said he was there with a clear goal in mind." Joey's cocktail was served. She took a sip and enquired, "What can possibly motivate one to eliminate someone at all costs?"

I nodded my thanks, or maybe just grunted, lost in the labyrinth of my self-pity, my anger, my all-consuming obsession. She wouldn’t even give me a chance. Not even a goddamn response. After everything I’d done for her, after baring my soul, after crawling back to her on my knees, begging for forgiveness, for another chance. Nothing. The injustice of it, the sheer, brutal unfairness, fueled the fire within me, twisting the grief, the regret, the self-pity, into something darker, something more dangerous. Revenge. The thought, cold and sharp, solidified in my mind, a chilling purpose cutting through the whiskey-induced haze. If I couldn't have her love, her forgiveness, her… acceptance, then

An addiction. She was nothing but an addiction. Yet an intense addiction that has made its way in his blood, coursing through his veins and now there was no turning around. He had reached to the dead end of that addiction that despite wanting, he can't give up on that addiction. Reaching a point that he had accepted he was obsessed with her. That he has fallen into the depth of that obsession. Fallen completely. Insanely. Passionately. Desperately. And lastly, hopelessly.

She has no idea how ruthless and heartless Henry is, he has reached this place by stepping on too many corpses, if there would be an addition of three more, it won’t make any difference to him. Does she think that a promise could bind him? Being a Mafia leader, how is it possible to not break the promise which you made, Huh? Let's begin the game of revenge.

To get revenge on someone like Julian, he had to pretend to be a submissive dog before finally biting him when he was caught off guard. "I will get my revenge. I haven't forgotten about the incident in the past that traumatised me until now! Making me feel pain and tightness that I can't sleep well. I won't just let it go; I will avenge my family's death!" Bastian replied with emphasis. "Then prove it. Don't just say it!" said Julian.

I met his gaze, locked in the depths of his dark eyes. "This is not on you," he murmured. "I can’t bear the fact that someone left such a cruel mark on you. It’s because of you—but this is my revenge." His words sank deep into my bones. I looked at him carefully. This—this was the real him. Completely bare. Transparent. I couldn’t believe it. Jina was right. This man is obsessed with me.

“Revenge.” ‎

Breaking his shiny image was first on my agenda. Back at the house I went straight to my office and opened the files I had been ignoring for weeks. Every scrap of evidence, every dirty secret, every weakness I had collected on him. I spread them across the desk and let the old familiar rage settle in. This was what I was good at. Cold, Calculated, and unforgiving nature. Emily would surface when she was ready. And if my cousin made one move toward her, I would be there first. I stared at the note one last time before locking it away. The obsession remained, quieter now, sharper. A shadow I would carry while I finished what I started. Revenge is a dish best served cold.

“Okay, look, I’m thrilled for you, seriously. You deserve to be happy. But I have to ask the hard question, Reinna, and you need to think about this.” I nodded, bracing myself. “Go ahead.” “Did he say he loves you before or after he realized you were the only one who didn’t want him just because he’s handsome and rich? Did he say it before or after the sex got this wild?” Sarah asked, her voice gentle but firm. “Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?”