Rejected Revenge Novels & Stories

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

He remained steadfast in his belief that true justice could be achieved through compassion and integrity. As the fight for justice continued, Alex learned to navigate the delicate balance between personal grief and public responsibility. The shadow of revenge no longer loomed over him as a dark cloud; instead, it had transformed into a guiding light, illuminating the path toward meaningful change. In this journey, he discovered that the most powerful revenge was not in retaliation but in the relentless pursuit of justice that could foster healing, growth, and a better future for all.

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

She averted her gaze, her eyes roaming the space, lost in thoughts. I waited patiently for her to give her a reply while running my tongue through my mouth and watching her keenly. Her silence infuriated me, as I did not see any reason why she should be thinking this hard, given that she had said he hurt her by rejecting her and her baby and choosing her best friend over her. Revenge should be the next action to take and I was offering it on a platter of gold. I couldn’t understand why she was hesitating. After a few seconds, the woman lifted her gaze to meet mine. This time, I could clearly make out the anger and disdain they held, which was likely directed at Damon.

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

After having no success, he asked, "What the hell are you talking about?" "The night, the hot steamy night we shared together! The same night you told me you loved me! Did that night mean anything to you at all?" Jessica asked. She earnestly waited for his reply, searching his eyes to see if there would be any answers for her there. But there was none; his eyes were empty, so empty it made her heart ache. Justin thought about what to say. This was his opportunity to exact his cold revenge on Jessica for what she had done to him—for making him have a sleepless night and not be in his best performing form today.

Matt voiced out. "Shut up Matt! I have not come here for your stories, I know you won't agree that you killed my parents. I know you're very powerful but trust me, I will keep coming for you till I get revenge for my parents death." I replied, moving around Matt and preparing to strike. We were fierce and relentless. Each strike of our claws and parry of our weapons carried the weight of our broken trust. I fought with every ounce of my being, my movements fluid and calculated. I could feel the power of my packmates fighting alongside me,their unwavering support serving as an anchor.

Maybe he thought I needed to forget everything just for a moment, but how could I? Besides, I wasn’t the type to just fall into bed with someone especially not in a moment like this. Yes, my life was a mess after my husband turned my world upside down and Isabella’s betrayal twisted the knife even further, but losing myself in a distraction, no matter how tempting, wouldn't fix anything. I had been hurt, but I wasn’t that broken! Even if Daniel had meant well, I couldn’t do that to myself because giving in to that would have only made everything worse. My heart was already shattered from Gabriel’s betrayal and throwing myself into something with Daniel would just be a bandaid over a bullet

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"