Real Life Revenge Stories Novels & Stories

Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me. I am Ann hamburger, a self independent woman and not sex addict, and I am back to get my revenge on everyone who used me. Get ready for a revenge love story of miss Ann hamburger, with a lots of steamy scene.... [Excerpt] “Get her, she has taken my money… she’ll have to give me more than she has taken” Alec said to his guard coldly. No one messes with him and if this harlot had dared to… she has to bear the consequences.

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

In fear of her assault on me will come out to the public. I suffered in silence. When I was telling Zia the story. She cried her heart out. In the long run, I was the one that tried to calm her down. When she heard about what had transpired between Axel and I, she hated him instantly. I told her I was planning on how to get back at him, but now. I am too broken to do that. Also finding out the quarterback I have been searching for to help me with the revenge happens to be Jace.

Julian explained, pressing on last floor. Mathias sighed, shaking his head in disbelief he will go this broke to even get an unprofessional lawyer. “Don’t worry, father. It’s only a matter of time before we get our revenge on him with the dirty we have on him.” Julian said with a wicked smile. “It’s about time they paid.” Mathias’s smiled smugly.

Almost let myself think that maybe, somehow, some small part of what we had together had been real. Then I remembered Vincent Reeves. I remembered being tied up in that warehouse, listening to him explain how he had spent fifteen years planning his revenge. I remembered the cold calculation in his voice as he told me exactly how he was going to destroy my life. Blake had done the same thing. Maybe not for fifteen years, but he had planned and calculated and executed a scheme to destroy me. The only difference was that Vincent's motivation was revenge, and Blake's was jealousy and greed. "You know what, Blake?" I said, my voice getting colder again. "I don't care if you're sorry. I don't care

she opens her mouth a few times, searching for the words, but I gently hold her hands and shake my head. “It’s not your fault. Things just… turned out this way. Maybe this was how our story was meant to end. It started with a foolish act of revenge—and in the end, revenge is exactly how it died.”

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

I don’t want history repeating itself but. “You want revenge uncle” “I did already.I traced the mobster that took his life and avenged his death.Now you know why I decided to live in a farmhouse to avoid getting caught.I had a whip of luck though,because they couldn’t find his body and was reported missing.I don’t want you to see me as evil but I would do it again if I had to “ “Oh my God.I’m so sorry about everything,uncle,really.I’m so sorry you had to bear all the consequences by yourself. “

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."