Of Revenge Novels & Stories

The despair in his eyes hardened into cold, calculated ambition as he reached for the business card and picked it up, feeling its weight and promise in his fingers. "Well then," he said to the empty office, his voice carrying a new note of determination and dark satisfaction. "I guess it's time for some payback. Revenge. ” He gritted his teeth, “Yes, I will have my revenge, against Vanessa and Jason

Renee muttered in a low voice. There was a sense of gratitude Renee felt when she was still given a chance to live. That's because Renee still wants to carry out her revenge. Renee will not be willing to die just like that before she avenges her revenge that has been hidden for so long from Robin and his family. The resentment was so firmly embedded in Renee's heart that it could not just disappear. A vengeance filled with great hatred Renee felt so strongly in her heart that she had to rise and avenge it perfectly.

They looked peaceful from here, the streets below moving in rhythm, unaware of what was about to unfold. A soft sound came from the hallway, one of the servants passing by. I didn’t turn. My reflection in the glass stared back at me, and for a moment I barely recognized it. My face looked older, harder. The anger that had once burned brightly had settled into something quieter, more deliberate. People often mistook revenge for passion, but it wasn’t. Passion fades. Revenge endures. It becomes a discipline, a habit that keeps you alive long after reason has gone. *

It didn’t. Below me, the city looked fine. People crossing the street, lights turning green, wind hitting palm trees like the world wasn’t unraveling three floors above them. And that’s the problem with revenge. It never feels the way you think it will. You tell yourself it’s a straight line. That if you just get everything back — the leverage, the silence, the power — then something inside you will finally shut the hell up. But it doesn’t. Because you get the plan. You get the results.

Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar. "Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime." I walked towards the car I left there the previous day, slid into the driver's seat and drove back home with a feeling of satisfaction. I was going to finish my revenge, I was goig to end every single person who was involved in the ruination of my life and I was gonna do it in the worst ways possible. ** The Next Day I stood in front of my Target as he approached me. He just came from Australia and I was posing as his driver.

“And I vow that if I’m ever given a chance to come back, I’ll make them all pay. Everyone who had ever harmed even a hair on my head would suffer. I’ll make them pay for all of my suffering. And I’ll take everything away from them, the same exact way they took my two babies away from me. And lastly, I’ll destroy Ethan Blackwood. I’ll make sure he feels every pain he ever gave me. I swear to ruin him. To take his happiness from him completely. To destroy him. To make even breathing unbearable for him and Jennifer Anderson. I’ll have my revenge. Even if it kills me doing so.”

"And you need to understand something important. It doesn't give second chances for revenge. Revenge is petty, personal, ultimately meaningless in the grand scheme of things." "Then why?" I demanded. "Why bring me back if not for revenge?"

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

I struggled against his grip, forcing myself to speak through short breaths: “If you really wanted revenge, Adrian, you wouldn’t have involved innocent people. This isn’t about justice; it’s about power.” I met his cold gaze, trying to ignore the fear gnawing at me from within. “You’ve become everything you claimed to hate.” To my complete surprise, Adrian let go of my neck. He stepped back, his eyes glinting with rage and pain, but also uncertainty. He ran a hand through his hair, breathing heavily, and I could see that my words had hit him, even if he tried to hide it.

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."