Rejected Revenge Novels & Stories

"You know my plan?" "You have done all this just to get Gilbert and Kisa to make up first and then deliver a heavy blow that will send them down hard to hell when they think they have finally achieved happiness." Jensen let out a half-smile. "I know you, after all. How can ordinary revenge quench the hate in your heart? The only way to get the pleasure out of revenge is by creating a stark contrast in expectation, isn't it?" Adrien brought the cigarette to his mouth, took two puffs, and then sneered, "Revenge should be ruthless. Since they love each other so much, I will make them torment each other until they die."

Revenge 5 If someone had told me that my life was going to turn out this way , I would have never believed . The thought of it was making me go insane by just thinking about it . I knew that I was doing this just to have my revenge on him , but a part of me felt really happy that I am doing this . Ethan had to be the most handsome man that I had ever seen in my entire life . I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling this way , but I didn’t care , I could feel the way that I wanted after all he was cheating on me first .

A fiance who'd betrayed me and slept with another woman in front of my face. Now, they were nothing. I didn't wait for them to answer. My voice was devoid of emotion when I said, "I've brought you here tonight for one reason, which is to witness my revenge with your own eyes. "You ruined me, and I shall return it tenfold. From this day onward, neither the Moore nor the Smyth families will ever rise again. We're even now. "This is the karma you deserve." Their faces went ashen as their eyes locked on me, yet somehow staring straight through at their own reflections.

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

The word landed and I let it land and I looked at him standing on the other side of the table with twelve years of vendetta visible in every line of his body and I understood something that I had been approaching slowly for weeks and had finally arrived at completely. "You don't care about justice," I said. "Not really. You care about winning." I held his gaze. "You want Marcus destroyed the way you wanted him destroyed twelve years ago when he put you in a cell. You want him finished and gone and you want to be the one who did it." I paused. "My father, my testimony, Aria, all of it has been pieces in that game. You dress it up as justice but it's revenge and those are not the same thing."

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

“You shameless b*st*rd! I treat you so well, feeding you, supporting you, and serving you like royalty. Yet you go behind my back and do something this disgusting! “Do you think I’m easy to bully? You ungrateful traitor. I must have been blind to marry you!” Thomas staggered, then dropped to his knees, clutching Maya’s legs, crying and begging. “Honey, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! I was blinded. Tempted by those women, I made a stupid decision. “For the sake of our years together, forgive me this once! I swear I’ll cut ties with them and treat you well. I’ll cherish you and never have any other thoughts again. Please, honey!” “Get lost!” Maya had no intention of listening.

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

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.

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.