Psycho Revenge Novels & Stories

After hanging up, I collapsed to the floor as if I'd expended 15 years' worth of energy at once. 15 years. I'd waited 15 years for this. Dad, did you know? This lowly insect had finally found a blade fit for its revenge, and it was now about to transform into a vengeful demon.

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!

And plenty of time to regret it. This was the perfect revenge I had prepared for all of them.

The delicate arch of her brow furrowed, carving a testament of her anger into her fair skin. "Justice isn't just blind—it's deaf and dumb too, sometimes." She took a deep breath, as if bracing herself against the weight of the secrets she harbored. Her next words came slowly, each one measured and heavy with import. "There's something… a group I'm part of. It’s called The Revenge Club." My mind, mired in the sludge of despair, latched onto the name with startling clarity. "The Revenge Club?" I repeated, my voice a hoarse whisper.

If only the old man knew. After circling through a dozen half-formed plans, Jacob still couldn’t land on anything that felt close to backing off his revenge. “You’ll pay for what you did to me,” he snarled through gritted teeth, as if Adrian stood right there. Then a thought dropped into place. His eyes lit up. “Yes. You’ll suffer for this,” he hissed, dialing a number. He steadied his voice—one quick rehearsal under his breath—just before the call connected. “Hello, Recko?” he said in a low tone.

The despair in his eyes hardened into cold, calculated ambition as he reached for the business card and picked it up, feeling its weight and promise in his fingers. "Well then," he said to the empty office, his voice carrying a new note of determination and dark satisfaction. "I guess it's time for some payback. Revenge. ” He gritted his teeth, “Yes, I will have my revenge, against Vanessa and Jason

ISABEL The drive to the penthouse feels like I'm hurtling towards my own destruction or my rebirth. I can't decide which. My hands are steady on the wheel now, the whiskey from the bar creating a pleasant buzz that dulls the edges of my pain without clouding my judgment. Behind me, the black Range Rover follows at a respectful distance, three strangers who've agreed to help me plan the most spectacular revenge of my life. Three strangers who are about to see me at my most vulnerable and most powerful simultaneously.

I placed my finger between the pages, marking my spot, and picked up the muffin with the other hand, holding it between us. “Why did you bring it to me?” Jordan shifted closer, turning fully toward me. Too close. His breath brushed my neck — mint and heat. Either ‘personal space’ wasn’t in his dictionary, or he just loved crossing lines. Probably both. And no, I didn’t scoot away. Because that would mean he’d won. “You know what they say, the way to a psycho killer's heart is through his stomach.” “Stop calling me a psycho, Jordan. Revenge overtook my morals.”

Ricardo's Pov What thrilled me most wasn’t the money, or the power...No. It was knowing Renz could lose everything he’d built. Every brick. Every breath of pride. Since Maria told me the plan, something inside me woke up again. I’d been half-dead for months, but revenge… revenge is a drug. It got me walking, thinking, waiting for this day.The day I’d watch Renz crumble. Maybe even beg—with that woman of his beside him. Ha. I could already see it.

the most common answer will be money, true love, and friendship, are you sure, the only answer is, there are no correct answers, every human needs something to live, and it is not always money or relation, it is revenge and pain, these are the real motivator when these things come in life, it makes human clear what they want, money and relation are temporary but revenge is permanent, it has the power to create two create, it's a poison that kills us and enemy, nothing purer than this, it's truly beautiful when person seek vengeance, he lives for one objective without any sexual attraction, revenge is dharma for the warrior. the demon wants to give her a gift, but that gift is the poison of v