Of Revenge Novels & Stories

"And so are you if you think your feelings matter in this, because it doesn't. Right now, you're a stupid twenty-three year old who peaked in college and has no prospects for the future. You should be grateful to me for giving you a future you could only dream of!" Brandon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he took a step forward. "You told me we were building something. That we would take back what was stolen from us. But this isn’t a strategy. It’s just pure revenge for you. You're not helping me secure my future, you just want to hurt your enemies." I studied him for a long moment. "Revenge is the purest form of strategy," I said finally. "It eliminates doubt and it forces action. And

Finally, he slammed the folder shut and shot to his feet. "Bastards! This is absolutely inhuman!" he roared. "How could they do this to their own daughter?" His eyes blazed with righteous anger. "That girl had more talent in her little finger than most healers have in their whole body! Alpha Blackthorne, you have my word. I'll help get justice for Ms. Blackwood!" He began pacing around the office like an enraged wolf. "I hereby announce that my pack is unilaterally terminating all partnerships with Moonlight Healing Studio!"

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

Bruce asked further " I thought you said you were pure!" Shaw stressed " Fine! Am not! Am harbouring a revenge in me!" Jasper spilled out angrily " Revenge!" Bruce muttered "Revenge for what? Why?" Shaw added "My sister was raped and killed by my close friends and I have to avenge her death!" Jasper raised his voice angrily " Urn" Bruce and shaw was shocked as they felt annoyed instantly "That's why your eyes were red!" Shaw added " What do you mean?" Jasper asked curiously

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

he stared at me passionately, his eyes craving for my reaction but I was just numb trying to process where all this was leading to. "I can still achieve my revenge through you. Rather than killing you, I've got other plans. I'm gonna make you pay for the atrocities of your father and you are gonna take all the afflictions for your pack, from now on, you are my slave." Venom dripped in every syllables of his words but I could care less for now. Only four words reverberated in my head and settled rent free in it; ~you are my slave~

“What makes for good revenge?” His need to express himself overrode his initial desire for silence, and without waiting for her response, he continued, “is revenge even worth it if it doesn’t bring lasting satisfaction?” His gaze locked onto hers, his thoughts spilling out. “I’m thinking true victory lies not in retaliation, but in transformation. It’s about turning adversity into opportunity, emerging stronger, wiser, and more resilient..”

I thought I could redeem my action by apologizing and end the hatred he must have kept. But, too late, he lifted it to meet me for a second with a serious face. “Revenge.” “I see.” I hummed, curling my lips upward hollowly. “If you ever feel like putting us equal and end this, you can slap me back. I won’t mind.” I sighed, fidgeting my fingers around my dress, feeling a strange clench in my heart. “I don’t hit people.” He mumbled, rolling his eyes off. “What are you going to do for the sake of it then?” I asked, curious to know if it wasn’t an eye for an eye then what could it be.

Revenge coursed through her veins, fueling her with a relentless fire that refused to be extinguished. But deep within her, beneath the anger and the thirst for vengeance, a lingering sadness remained. It was the sorrow of a heart betrayed, of a love unrequited, and of dreams shattered. Sharon knew that the path she had chosen was one of darkness, and it would forever stain her soul. Yet, in that moment, she was willing to pay any price to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers.

I nodded my thanks, or maybe just grunted, lost in the labyrinth of my self-pity, my anger, my all-consuming obsession. She wouldn’t even give me a chance. Not even a goddamn response. After everything I’d done for her, after baring my soul, after crawling back to her on my knees, begging for forgiveness, for another chance. Nothing. The injustice of it, the sheer, brutal unfairness, fueled the fire within me, twisting the grief, the regret, the self-pity, into something darker, something more dangerous. Revenge. The thought, cold and sharp, solidified in my mind, a chilling purpose cutting through the whiskey-induced haze. If I couldn't have her love, her forgiveness, her… acceptance, then