Psycho Revenge Novels & Stories

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."

her words filled with remorse as her gaze wandered, revisiting the traumatic events in her mind. "It's not your fault, Mum," Jessica reassured her mother, her eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and anger. She recounted what the good Samaritan who had come to Rebecca's aid had shared, "The person who hit you and ran... it was a hit and run. The driver accidentally struck you and left you injured, thinking they could escape."

I was badly hurt, both physically and mentally. I just wanted to scream at the People who dragged me down here, but I couldn't. I was lying on that cold ground, totally hopeless. It was just about a few minutes making me realize how I could have changed what just happened now. But everything wasn't my fault completely. It was his entire fault. I was trying to think like that, but I couldn't help and think about everything that just happened right now. Just a few hours ago, I was a happy teenager satisfied with his little achievement, and then just in an hour, everything changed forever. Blaming myself and giving up, I closed my eyes as everyone started to gather around me. I thought it was j

His voice was barely audible, lost in the cacophony of panic that reigned outside his window. As the night deepened, the city pulsed with a mix of scandal and anticipation. Aurora retreated into the safe cocoon of her apartment, yet even there, every shadow seemed to whisper of impending danger. She paced the length of her living room, replaying the chain of events in her mind. The satisfaction of seeing Dorian’s world crumble was undeniable, but the cryptic message gnawed at her. It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting.

I would let them panic first about my revenge, but I will not actually do anything back to them. When they figure out, I am not going to do shit, because if was, I would have done it by then, I will act like I forgot. Then when they have gotten so relaxed that they forget they even pranked me in the first place, then I will get my revenge. I will use their paranoia against them.

I remember the time, this room was ambushed as a payback cuz I shaved off some dickhead's head as revenge for cheating on my friend and later I broke his arm for another revenge. I always believe in paybacks and revenge cuz the satisfaction is so unreal. The feeling of beating someone who did you wrong and hear all those cracks is extremely satisfactory. I have also wanted to kill someone like I don't know but how cool would that be? If not kill, I at least want to shoot someone so that I don't die with any regrets. Not that I would kill someone innocent- pfft are you crazy? I would kill someone who would deserve it, of course. It is on my wish list. I actually have a long wish list.

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.

“That little Zoe darling… she’s going to regret ever laying a finger on me. She’ll wish she’d never crossed my path. And when it’s all over—when the good doctor finally wakes up from that pathetic illusion—you’ll be there. Beautiful, patient, convenient.” She took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke like a promise. “The taste of revenge, my dear… is like a fine wine: the longer it ferments, the sweeter and stronger it becomes. Our plan will work. And when the time comes… no one will stop us.”

And appears right in the middle of Ike and Chike. And both of them combined got beaten by Kamdiri as he was appearing and disappearing from side to side while knocking them out. He has already beaten them up so quickly before the arrival of Ike's psyraid. But while the psyraid of Ike was returning back, Kamdiri teleported and catches it on its way back. And then teleported back to Ike and stab him with the psyraid up to two times. "Noo!" Ike screamed so loud as he fell down and was bleeding badly.