Obsessed With Revenge Novels & Stories

Taking his daughter’s virginity, making her mine, destroying her innocence the way her father destroyed my family. But all I felt was the need for more. She’d moaned my name. Begged for me. Looked at me like I was everything while I buried myself inside her. And now I wanted her again, the hunger not sated, just intensified, sharpened by the taste of having her. This was dangerous. This obsession that went beyond revenge, beyond strategy, beyond anything rational. I should be planning my next move on Santoro’s whereabouts, using this connection to his daughter to gather intelligence, to find weaknesses, to finally destroy the man who’d taken everything from me.

Absolutely not. He isn't like that. He's many things — bossy, rude, a walking thundercloud — but not unsafe. If he ever had wrong intentions, he'd had plenty of opportunities in the last four years. He could've gotten rid of me in seventeen different ways and no one would've questioned it. Still… I grabbed my pocket knife and slipped it into my pajama pocket. Just in case. 0.00001% paranoia is still paranoia, and my life hadn't exactly been a training ground for trusting people blindly.

He was out clubbing almost every day now and he was having a lot of fun with the women that he was picking up and taking home almost every day. He knew that he was changing and if someone had told him that one day he would be this irresponsible, he would have looked the person in the eye and called them a liar but here he was now unable to even do the barest amount of work because his head was filled with what his girlfriend did to him and how much hate he now had for her and his obsession with getting revenge on her not for anything other than he believed strongly that it would give him some peace of mind in the long run but he didn’t know that he was very mistaken.

He walked to him. "What's up with your new secretary?" He asked. Charles smiled. "I'm having my revenge" he simply said. "On?" "I won't back down till she brings down that ego of hers" "All this just because you want to f**k her? There are thousands of ladies out there who would gladly jump at the mention of your name not to talk of spending the night with you. Why do you keep insisting on this same girl?" Jace asked. "Why?" Charles asked. Deep down, he also doesn't know the reason why he's doing all this just to have her in his bed.

“We are divided him and me when we should be one. Your scent is our weakness; my undoing, and as much as I want to get our revenge upon your filthy witch of a mother, I fear you will stop me.” “I won’t.” I admit almost immediately as I gnaw on my inner cheek, “but there are so many scars waiting to be painted across its victims' hearts in the name of revenge. Has it ever truly served and met its purpose without any remorse attached to it?” I question, genuinely interested to know what he believes to be true. “It’s difficult to confirm when revenge usually leads to more revenge. It’s a cruel and vicious cycle that can rule and ruin your life. It’s definitely not for the faint-hearted, darling

He grasped it and mumbled to himself about how the absence of his toy had made him become limp. He swore that if she wasn't found by the time he came back from destroying Black Moon, he would do something drastic to his men: Lorenzo and Batista. He walked out of the room and rode the elevator down to the floor where their room was situated. He was about to knock on their suite door when he picked up an excited scream from Batista with his wolf hearing. "Lorenzo! come! Come and see this!" He heard him shout breathlessly. Vishal was also curious to know what had made them excited so he knocked hard on the door. Lorenzo opened the door and admitted a fully dressed Vishal into the room.

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Dare. Right. Maybe it’s the tequila finally kicking in or the painful new shoes or the fact that my skin is itchy as hell and probably beet red as well underneath the mohair, but something insane hits, and I give him my own Miss American wave—only it’s really a one-finger salute. It’s a whole new level of juvenile, completely childish and revealing. I’m bitter, it screams. I hate you is scrawled across my face. Same is what he’s thinking if the tightening of his lips is anything to go on

she says flatly. The words slice through the air like a blade. I don’t answer. That’s her confirmation. Scarlett folds her arms, voice trembling now. “You still love her. After everything.” “Love,” I repeat softly, tasting the word like venom. “Isn’t the right term.” “Then what is?” “Obsession, revenge, disgust,” I say. “Retribution. Take your pick.” Scarlett’s face twists—hurt, fury, disbelief. “You’re pathetic.”

“You know, most people want to disappear after a breakup. You decided to stage a war.” “Disappearing never worked for me.” He leaned forward, elbows on the table, his voice dropping lower. “Neither does revenge. It’s satisfying, sure, but it burns out fast. What then?” I met his gaze. “Then I light something else on fire.” He laughed, low and genuine this time, the sound rolling through me like warm smoke. “You really are dangerous, Little Flame.” The waiter returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. I hadn’t ordered it, but of course, Orion had.