Of Revenge Novels & Stories

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

“I had never even talked to Wick Webster before that night. Why are we even discussing him, anyway? I’m here to talk about what you did.” “I’m serious, Haven.” Gripping my arm hard, he pulled me close and peered deeply into my eyes. “Don’t trust him. The prick hates me with a passion you can’t believe. He would love nothing more than to get the ultimate revenge against me. Like fucking you behind my back.” “Revenge?” I repeated softly as the hairs rose on the back of my neck. Funny how he’d use that word. Then I shook my head. “Revenge for what? What did you do to him that was bad enough to merit his revenge?”

“You wanted revenge just as much as I did, Kaira. Don’t act like I manipulated you into it!” “At least you’re finally being honest,” she snarled. “Yes, I wanted revenge. My hatred blinded me. But you’re worse than I could have ever imagined. You’re a monster!” “Your family isn’t innocent, Kaira,” he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. “You think they’re saints, but you don’t know the truth!” “At least they don’t go around killing people!” she shot back, her anger boiling over. Sebastian drew in a sharp breath, forcing himself to remain calm. “We’re not doing this here. Let’s go home and talk,” he said, grabbing her arm as she tried to move away.

High School Revenge By Heartcode Chapter 3 "I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about that new intake" Mrs Morgan aka known as the prophetess said. "What bad feeling? She's just a new intake for the final year class." "She's bad news. I can perceive the aura round her. It's evil. She reeks of misfortune, revenge and pain." "Oh, Mrs Morgan! Are you doing that your prophecy thing again? How many times will we remind you that you are not a prophetess."

If there was one thing in the world that you wish for, what would it be? Fame? Riches? Love? How about revenge? Revenge is something every living soul experience once or more in their lifetime. A goal that is fueled by hate, betrayal, deception. Whatever negative emotion or act inflicted upon said victim. Revenge is a fire that burns brightest, making one blind to reason as they see through to the fallout of their actions. Whether it hurts their target or them in the end, the outcome always leads to consequences.

He thought about her words, her promises to help him exact revenge on Aurelio Rexton's grip on the glass tightened, his knuckles white with tension. "I'll get my chance," he whispered, his voice dripping with venom. "And when I do, Aurelio will pay for what he's done,if not for anything for everything I’ve lost these past years, he’s dearly going to pay." The whiskey glass shattered on the floor, a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the depth of Rexton's anger. He rose from the couch, his eyes blazing with determination, his heart consumed by an unquenchable thirst for revenge.

It made my stomach knot. “What if we do all that and still cannot prove anything?” I asked quietly. Malcolm turned fully to me, his expression softening just a little. “Rhonda, look at me.” I did. “We will prove it,” he said. My throat tightened. I nodded, though the fear still did not leave me completely. I wanted revenge. I wanted justice. I wanted Julian dragged by the neck for daring to invade my privacy and threaten my life like that. But underneath all of it was still that raw, panicked feeling of violation. Someone had watched me, recorded me, and stored that moment. The disgust of it clung to my skin no matter how many times I tried not to think about it.

Aline's voice held a resolute tone as she spoke to her newfound ally, "I've learned who I truly am, and I won't let anyone stand in the way of claiming what belongs to me." Ethan, his eyes reflecting a mix of admiration and concern, met her gaze. "Aline, you have the power and the spirit, but remember, revenge can consume you. We must tread carefully." Aline nodded, her fingers curling into fists as she remembered the pain inflicted upon her by the man she had once considered a father. "I won't let revenge define me, Ethan. But justice must prevail. The man who cast me aside, who sold me like a pawn, he will answer for his sins."

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.