Of Revenge Novels & Stories

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

People who were silent without knowing what happened in the past were hurt, just because of vengeance. Nothing will change if people continue reciprocating violence to the violence one had caused them. It will just start another chaos, another crime, another sin. Revi clenched her fists and glared at me. "This is not revenge, I call it returning the favor.” Returning the favor, huh? What kind of useless excuse was that?

Giving him till the end of the day before I go into a full panic mode. It took me a long time to have the strength to get back up and stand on my legs again. But eventually I did. I wiped away all traces of my disgust, anger, heartbreak, and grief, and focused on one thing, and one thing only. Revenge. What do they say about it? Revenge is always sweet, it’s the aftertaste that’s bitter.

The strike would be ordered soon and the mission would commence soon, I need everyone to be in place when that happens and I need to be on the fire line leading just to get ku revenge but with these people before me. My dreams of revenge are far fetched from the truth. "It would be fine, hang In just a little line and you would get your revenge, remember revenge is the best when served cold '' he whispers into my ears before walking right out the door. I sigh, rubbing my hands against my temples as I crease my eyebrows trying to control my anger and revenge, He is right afterall, revenge is best when served cold and she definitely won't see it coming… i won't

Her sobs echoed through the quiet night, a lament for the choices she could never undo. In the midst of her grief, a spark of determination ignited within Carla. The vow for revenge burned brighter, fueled by the conviction that Mara must pay for the suffering she believed had been unjustly thrust upon her. Yet, beneath the layers of resentment, a flicker of self-awareness glimmered—a recognition that revenge might not bring the peace she sought. "I will make her pay," Carla whispered, her voice a solemn oath. "But I must be cunning, patient. I cannot let emotions cloud my judgment."

“If I were in your place, I would have a breakdown like you first so that I can get every ounce of feelings for those people out of my chest, and then the next day, I would come back stronger than ever and plan a revenge. I would make sure they pay back ten times more than what they did to me.” “Revenge? You really would take revenge?” I asked curiously. He shrugged his shoulders. “Why not? Those who mess with me, get their lives messed up in return. I believe in tit-for-tat.” “You are right,” I muttered under my breath as I nodded, a fire of vengeance burning within me.

But deep down, I know that revenge, while sweet, comes with its own burdens. I sit in my office, staring out the window, the cityscape blurring as my thoughts drift. The cost of this revenge weighs heavily on my mind. I’ve sacrificed so much—my family, the people I love most in this world. My thoughts wander to Logan, the man I used to exact my revenge. He loves me deeply, and yet I’ve manipulated him for my own purposes.

he walked towards her, making her realise she spoke the words out aloud, his reply confused her even more leaving her frustrated with no answers “Revenge.” “It can turn the most righteous man to the villain, it can ruin lives just like I will ruin yours, darling.”

If I soften too early, if I fold in the face of a man’s sorrow, I may hand him the leverage he needs to undo everything. I cannot let that happen. I will test him the way the law will test him: with facts, witnesses, and records. If he truly wants to repair this, he will accept that scrutiny. Revenge is a defensive strategy. It is the only language available to someone who was rendered invisible in a previous life. I sit on the bed and breathe, counting the small practicalities. That is the work I have to do. The rest… the personal wishing, the hunger for a version of the man I loved… has to be managed and contained.

“This isn’t the time or the place for this back-and-forth. Tonight is supposed to be about hope and charity! Not about your childish infatuation with revenge.” “Revenge is hardly in my vocabulary, Andre. It’s about taking back what is rightfully mine. And I plan to do just that,” I said evenly, unwilling to yield any ground even as the tension crackled in the air like the winter chill outside. “But how many lives will you destroy while seeking your vengeance?” he countered, his voice laced with a hollow sympathy. “That’s rich coming from you.” I offered him a grin that felt both sinister and refreshing. “I’m not the one who tarnished my marriage or ruined lives for power and control.”