Obsessed With Revenge Novels & Stories

I couldn't think about anything else but my desire for revenge. I began to obsess over the plan, going over every detail in my mind. I would make Hailee suffer by taking away the things she loved most. And I would make Sebastian pay with his life. But as the days passed, my obsession with revenge began to take a toll on me. I was losing sleep, I wasn't eating properly, and I was constantly on edge. My anger and jealousy were consuming me, and I didn't know how to stop it. Yet, despite all of this, I continued to push forward with my plan. I was determined to make Hailee pay and to get revenge on Sebastian. Nothing else mattered to me.

“Yes, it is, Uncle. You’re just a fucking coward.” He lifted his head to meet my gaze, his demeanor still calm. “Philip, revenge will consume you. Don’t let it.” But that’s where he was wrong. I was already far beyond redemption—revenge had already sunk too deep into me. Revenge on the Davenports, my jealousy of Sebastian Lancaster. These ran so deep in my veins I couldn't think of anything else. It wasn’t just emotion—it was obsession. It was hunger. “I want everything they own, and I already have their beloved Olivia wrapped around my little finger.”

"Amelia, I promised her I won't leave her and now it is inevitable to break that promise. I am going to find that damn woman at any cost and take revenge for what she did to my brother." "But Sean she didn't know the consequences of what she did. I am sure she doesn't know that all this happened." I looked at him with so much anger that I think he could see the red in my eyes. And yes he did because his gulp just confirmed it. "She bloody knew he was sick and the operation was necessary but no all she cared was her revenge. It is time to end the game she started." I said wiping my tears, I am not going to shed a tear for her even if I did for my brother. Amelia you always saw the good side o

His gaze was sharp, determined, obsessive, but beneath it lay a storm of guilt and consuming obsession. "Charlie," he muttered under his breath, his fingers tightening around the file until his knuckles turned white. "Once I get revenge for you, once I destroy everyone who hurt you, I'll take you home where you belong."

Xander's POV. I'm a calculated man. I'm someone who plans his next steps and at least ten further down the line just to be fucking sure. I'm a made man, born and raised for this life notwithstanding what the early years of my life looked like. This was the life I now resonated with. Kill. Survive. Get revenge. It was as simple as that. Yet somehow, I found myself still obsessing over someone I used to crush on more than seven years ago. Someone I can't fucking stand now. I knew it was an unhealthy obsession but the worst part was that I couldn't stop it. I couldn't control it.

An obstacle is an obstacle. I don't care who it is, and neither did my father. If I have to kill children, I will kill children. I don't care about them. I don't want them to come back one day and kill me. I know how revenge works. I have lived it. I have breathed it. When my father died, I wanted to kill everybody who had anything to do with it. I wanted them all to feel the same pain I felt. I have sworn revenge, and I do not break my promises. That is the only thing I have ever truly believed in.

I breathed. "I’m obsessed," he corrected, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a chilling tenderness. "There’s a difference. Insane people don’t plan for ten years to take back what was stolen from them. Obsessed people don't stop until there is nothing left of their enemy but ash."

Could he truly love in return? His obsession wasn't just about a past betrayal anymore. It was evolving, shifting. It was no longer simply about revenge for what Isabella had done; it was becoming about Amara herself. About what she represented, about the eerie echo of a lost love, about the challenge she presented to his absolute control. He wasn’t punishing her for Isabella’s choices; he was seeing Isabella in her, and he wanted to recapture that lost connection, to possess the living embodiment of his deepest regret.

This wasn’t just revenge anymore. This was obsession. And it was mutual. When protection turns into possession, will Celeste still recognize the line when it disappears?

But as I tipped the glass back, Marco's face was in my mind — white, furious, those defiant eyes blazing into me even as he'd tried to force out the words yes, I do. My jaw clenched. This is my fucking revenge. forcing Marco to marry me was another way of annihilating Powell, of watching him squirm while his golden son was drawn into my world. The moment I kissed him,I fed a hunger I knew I shouldn't have. Now it was more than revenge. Now, it was about me. Marco Powell might just be my obsession. And if his father didn't give me what I wanted within forty-eight hours… I was going to make sure Marco never forgot who owned him.