Psycho Revenge Novels & Stories

The degradation is endless and delicious. By the end, they’re both destroyed — covered in cum, shaking, voices hoarse from screaming. Lena’s makeup is ruined. Mark is a broken cuck. Victor and I stand over them, flushed and satisfied, his cum still leaking from my pussy. I look straight into the main camera. “Revenge is the best fuck I’ve ever had.” The stream ends with record-breaking tips. Lena and Mark are ruined. And I’ve never felt more powerful.

Rich psychopaths did. A heavy silence settled between us.Then he spoke. “Do you want revenge?”The words sliced through the alcohol fog.“What?” “Your ex-husband.” Eyes still on the road. “Do you want revenge?” I looked at him. “Hypothetically?” I asked him. “Yes.” I thought of Ryan’s cold eyes. Vanessa’s hand resting on her stomach. The signed papers. The walk-out. The way he’d erased me like I was a typo. Something dark uncoiled in my chest.

"It's just a date." It's just a date. One stupid date I don't know why I just said yes to. Maybe it is just to get his attention off me. "Thanks. I promise you won't regret it." He states and the engine roars to life. I won't regret it. Bitch I already do. I relax against the chair shutting my eyes and my mind. But it doesn't seems to help my wavery thoughts. Should I do it. Getting my revenge now depends on me. Just one move.

Looking in, she breathed a sigh of relief when it was water from the shower that she hadn't turned off. Stepping inside, turning off the faucet, Amanda walked out in relief. Feeling insecure in his heart when he suspected that he had been suffering from hallucinations recently, Gregori was right when he said that he had not seen a ghost himself, it was just a coincidence that he imagined more. Amanda is more afraid of this than seeing a ghost herself. Because this is a disease that cannot be cured. Even the day before, I had a sleepwalking illness, and at night I went to cook and ate until my stomach was full without even knowing it. With a slight shiver, Amanda hurriedly dried her hair and

008 Alora's POV I never believed the saying revenge was a dish best served cold , until now, and I didn't regret it. Not one bit. Before this moment, I always replayed it, over and over in my head, just how Cynthia and Eliaz were going to react when they eventually saw me again. I had made a habit of imagining the shock on their faces, but nothing could compare to this moment. Absolutely nothing. If it wasn't so dark, I would have taken a picture, just for reference.

The same love I kept on denying and calling it friendship and pushed him away? Theo looked at him with patient eyes, waiting for me to speak up.. When I didn't, he just held me tighter.. I sighed feeling his warmth.. We'll see what happens next.. But I can't lie to him and hurt him anymore.. "I am reborned.. I know it sounds crazy but it's true.. " I felt him stop breathing for a moment before kissed the back of my head for me to continue.. "I already lived my life and saw my tragic end.. And also saw the people who caused it.. I was too naive to not see through their intentions.. But this time, I won't be this naive.. I'll take revenge from them.. I'll make them pay heavily.. "

“Tell me, how does it feel? Now that you’ve gotten your revenge? Now that you’ve killed the man who sold you? Are you satisfied? Are you free?” Nyx said nothing. The hollow place in her chest provided answer enough. “That’s what I thought,” Evander continued. “Revenge is like poison, little wolf. It eats you from the inside out. By the time you realize what it’s cost you, there’s nothing left but a shell.” “Spoken like a man who’s made a career of poisoning others,” Nyx shot back.

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.

He could be pretending to be an airhead and wants to seek revenge as well. "Does he deserve to seek revenge after what his father put me through?" I mumbled under my breath and then inhaled sharply. "Okay, find some dirt on him that can put him in jail for at least five years." "On it," Theo sounded almost too excited to be doing this. "I have to say, Theo, you seem more excited than I am to be doing this." "Who knew that revenge plotting could be this fun?" "You keep having fun, but..." "I will get the work done."

For a moment, I couldn’t move. Then slowly, I undressed. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror — all bones and bruises, scars stretched across skin that no longer belonged to the girl I used to be. I reached down, my fingers brushing the worst one — the jagged silver-dagger wound across my waist. Like a centipede burned into flesh. It still hurt. A lot. But soon, I wouldn’t feel pain anymore. And I didn’t care. After the bath, I nearly bumped into Chase as I stepped out.