Obsessed With Revenge Novels & Stories

"I couldn't! He would be so broken knowing the truth! But I had no idea he would do this. I thought he would let it go. I had no idea he was willing to go to such lengths for revenge… he sees you and Peter as an enemy, I'm sorry. I really am. It's all my fault and I won't deny it. My men are searched everywhere. He is no where to be found… for now maybe" Josiah stood up as he grabbed Dylan's collar. "LISTEN TO ME DYLAN! THIS TIME.. I DON'T FVCKING CARE IF HE IS YOUR BROTHER OR NOT..I don't care if he has the wrong idea in his god damn forsaken brain.... BECAUSE THIS TIME IF I GET HIM, IF I EVENTUALLY LAY MY HANDS ON HIM, oh, I swear, I'M GOING TO SHOOT HIM STRAIGHT IN THE HEAD"

she replied after a pause. “That’s my good girl!” He was satisfied with her answer, but… he felt this would not be the end, and things would not go as he wished. For the first time since that incident that changed his life, he prayed that things would align with his desires. But… how could fate spare him, especially when cruel karma was following him after that sacred blood he had spilled millions of years ago? It was time for fate’s revenge. Not by taking his beloved’s life this time…

Revenge had become my sole purpose, an obsession that eclipsed reason and morality. Visions of their downfall danced before my eyes, each one more vivid and satisfying than the last. Daniel's face contorted with fear, his mask of deceit crumbling to reveal the true extent of his guilt. Jessica, her perfect life unraveling like a delicate tapestry, would feel the weight of my wrath.

“I'm not running away. If I was, I wouldn't be bent on having this revenge.” “That's your issue. Revenge is all you care about.” I raised my voice a notch higher and she pulled her hand away. “When would you look past this revenge and see all the love and light that surrounds you. You've become so obsessed with killing Scott, it has made you self centered. You would do anything to achieve that including things you wouldn't normally do.” “ Isn't that what revenge does to people?” “No. It does what you let it do to you. When would you realize all the good things around you. The love and care. Even Carl suffers from what this revenge is doing to you.”

Even though all the destruction Dad got before he left for good was because of Mom's actions, Mom's recklessness. It's all because of Mom, but it's Dad who got blamed and left. Is Mom even more depraved than that? So, is it reasonable that I want to seek revenge on her? I even want to make Mom follow Dad to the afterlife, to apologize and seek forgiveness for everything she did? Is this obsession wrong, Dad? To the point where I can't control myself, I can't stop myself from planning destruction for Mom, even though I know my husband will be disappointed because of my behavior. Is it wrong?"

Let her feel the violence thudding beneath my skin. “You can never be free, Reina,” I growled. “Not out there. Not in here. You walk out that door again and come back late, I’ll make you pay. You breathe for someone else, I’ll end them. Do you understand?” She shook her head, her voice barely there. “You’re insane.” “I’m obsessed,” I corrected. “There’s a difference. Obsession has purpose. Madness is just noise.” My mouth brushed against her cheekbone, slow, deliberate. “And I only hear you.”

It was the sting of his indifference, the way he hadn’t acknowledged her, that had fueled her obsession. But now, that obsession had burned itself out, leaving behind something colder, sharper. The desire for revenge. Her life, once teetering on the edge of boredom, had suddenly taken on a new and thrilling purpose. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, a dark excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time. A twisted smirk curled at the corners of her lips as she stared at her reflection, now fully embracing the darkness within. She was no longer the woman seeking validation; she was something else entirely—something dangerous. And she knew exactly how to make the Don regret u

Everyone will regret this. Clara stood alone in the dark, fists clenched in the blackness of her thoughts, filled with thoughts of revenge. She was so obsessed with Benedict that she didn't want to give up on him just yet. "This isn't over," she muttered, a twisted smile crossing her lips. "Not by a long shot. Clara sat motionless for a moment, the weight of her obsession pressing down on her. The dim glow of the laptop illuminated her face, highlighting the madness in her eyes. She leaned back, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.

The words made my blood run cold. The obsession had never been just about money or power. It had been personal. Deeply personal. Sarah had not just wanted revenge on John. She had wanted to destroy the entire bloodline because of a secret affair John had years before they were married. A secret that had resulted in a child no one knew about. A child who had grown up to become the final shadow watching us. I sat on the cold floor staring at the letter, my hands shaking. The war we thought we had won was not over. It had simply been waiting for the right moment to reveal its true face.

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.