Obsessed With Revenge Novels & Stories

Probably watching over her, protecting her, drowning in his own obsession. “Seven hundred and thirty-two years…” I murmured to the glass. “Seven hundred and thirty-two years waiting for this.” Revenge was a dish best served cold. And I was about to prepare a feast.

His hand moves to my chest instead, tracing the scars there with reverent fingers, and we sit like that in the back of the car as it pulls smoothly into traffic. "What's next?" Carlton asks quietly, and I can hear the question underneath the question— where does this go from here? What does forever look like when forever is built on blood and obsession and the kind of love that burns too bright to be anything but destructive? "I find Target Seven," I tell him honestly, and I watch as understanding settles over his features. The work continues. The revenge continues. The cycle of violence continues even as I'm holding the one thing that makes me human, the one thing that ties me to something

She suffered in agony for a week, and her body had already started to rot by the time anyone found her dead at her home. - "You stayed by Magnolia's side all those years, so I expected you to be very loyal to her. Why are you willing to come to Alderland with me?" I turned and looked sharply at Robin, who stood there with his head lowered. He shifted slightly, then answered with complete sincerity. "Dr. Walker used to be a capable, ruthless woman who got things done. But after she became obsessed with Quinton, she turned into someone petty and vile. Dr. Foster, I'd rather follow someone truly capable like you."

Zachary's face instantly turned deathly pale as he recalled his words from before. He knew that his begging was futile, so he immediately stopped crying and glared at me with burning resentment. "You're the one who ruined my entire life, Serenity! If you hadn't been so nosy and reported me, I wouldn't be in this mess! You single-handedly ruined my whole future and career!" I gazed at his distorted expression and felt a strange sense of amusement. I was amazed at how he still believed that I was the one to blame for revealing his crimes, completely failing to acknowledge his own fault.

“Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so bad . When she finished speaking , she turned , she was satisfied with the lols that he had on . She wasn’t going to back down , this was just the beginning of her revenge , it was more like the tip of an iceberg.

she asked, her snotty tone returning. "If you love my tight c*nt so my much, then give it the f*cking it deserves!" Reminded that I did in fact hate this woman for what she was making me do. I made a vow to take my revenge. I vowed to make this b*tch squeal. I reared back, sliding my c*ck out so only the tip was inside her before reversing course, driving my d*ck in her to the root again. "Ah, ohhhh!" Lisa moaned. Gripping her hips hard, I began to work up a good rhythm, pumping in and out of her.

“I feel it. Every instinct screams it. And if I prove it—” “You’ll destroy him,” I finished. His silence was confirmation enough. I sank onto the arm of the chair opposite him. My voice trembled. “Xander, I understand your anger. But obsession… It's dangerous. It blinds.” His jaw tightened. “This isn't an obsession. This is justice.” “Justice,” I echoed. “Or revenge?” His eyes flicked to mine. “Both.” The word hit me like a stone. I whispered, “Where does that leave me? Where do I fit in this war you’re waging?”

The memory of her baby's innocent face, cold and lifeless in her arms, gave her strength she had never known before. As she stood there, a lone figure against the backdrop of the moon, Aline's vow of revenge echoed through the clearing. The winds carried her determination, her pain, and her newfound power – a power that would soon shake the foundations of the very pack that had underestimated her for far too long.

Ivory's sheer presence had turned into a rotting wound, a continual reminder of the atrocities done against me, the scars never really healed. I could feel the grasp of rationality slippering through my fingers as I walked the boundaries of my dominion, her name echoing through the hallways like a mocking taunting. The once clear boundaries separating rationality from obsession had blurred, replaced by a single-minded quest for revenge that ate every thread of my existence. "My lord, this obsession with Ivory will be your undoing," Kavrin's voice sliced through the cloud of my wrath, his tone loaded with a blend of worry and softly veiled ambition.

Eddie wrestled with all these emotions until they burst, “I’ll kill you! Alex will kill you! You think you can squish me like a bug, well you’ve got another thing coming. When Alex and the King find out about this, you’re dead. You’re going to start a war, and neither country wants that. If they don’t kill you, your father certainly will!” She was frothing at the mouth, she felt unhinged. Eddie had never felt such rage and helplessness. She’d kill him. She didn’t know how or which way, but she would make sure of it. If he was going to kill her and humiliate her, then she would make him pay. If she died, Eddie knew Alex would never let it go. Alex would imagine and orchestrate much worse fate