Revenge Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The beauty of revenge lies in the ability of the greatly offended to let known his intention to his targeted offender whilst making secret how he intends to go about serving the revenge. It's like a captured prey knowing he’d be devoured but the when and the how tears up his insides with fear. Makes him go crazy waiting for his doom to come. It gets even intense when he has, once upon a time, made prey of his now predator. Life is crazy. People hurt you and forget so quickly until it becomes your turn to retaliate, then they feign ignorance to their past crimes. “The same pound of flesh you took from me.” I deadpanned.

"Revenge means you look for what's best, what's most beautiful in your enemy's life, and you make it sick, you make it dirty from the inside out." "What in the world are you talking about?" he growled. "It means we'll leave their big company alone; we'll go after their future instead," she said, pondering on what she meant. "Maddison and Grant think they're building this perfect life for themselves. A legacy, a family." She spat out "family" like it was poison on her tongue. "We'll find what's most valuable to their future. We'll find what they think is perfect and secure. And then we'll show the world what's wrong with it, what's wrong with their idea of perfection."

"I want him to understand what it feels like to be powerless, to be at the mercy of someone else's design." "Revenge is an art, not a blunt instrument," Violet observed, her eyes narrowing with an academic curiosity. "It requires finesse. Precision. Can you be our artist, Roanne?" "I can," I asserted, my heart thrumming with the promise of retribution. "And I will paint his world in strokes of fear and regret." "Passion is good," she acknowledged, her head tilting slightly. "But passion unbridled can lead to recklessness. Have you considered the price of this path?"

"From me." "I don’t want your favors." The Goddess's voice grew soft and firm. "It is not pity. It is respect. Tell me, Aegis. What do you desire? Speak it, and it shall be yours." For a moment, Aegis was silent, the rage in her chest twisting into something sharper. She thought of the faces of all who had betrayed her, the ones who had taken everything from her. Her hands curled into fists again, but this time, it was with purpose. "I want revenge," she said in a dangerous low voice. "I want to destroy them." Her voice grew louder and more angry with every sentence. "The people who ruined me. I want them to feel every single thing they made me feel."

The specter of revenge, a simmering resentment that had fueled Ariak's every move from the beginning, had never wavered. The truth unfolded before them, like a dark shadow that had always lurked just beneath the surface. Ariak's motivations had been tainted by a thirst for vengeance, a desire to settle a score that went far beyond mere ambition. From the very outset, it had been about retribution, a vendetta that had guided his actions and decisions, ultimately leading to this harrowing juncture.

“We are divided him and me when we should be one. Your scent is our weakness; my undoing, and as much as I want to get our revenge upon your filthy witch of a mother, I fear you will stop me.” “I won’t.” I admit almost immediately as I gnaw on my inner cheek, “but there are so many scars waiting to be painted across its victims' hearts in the name of revenge. Has it ever truly served and met its purpose without any remorse attached to it?” I question, genuinely interested to know what he believes to be true. “It’s difficult to confirm when revenge usually leads to more revenge. It’s a cruel and vicious cycle that can rule and ruin your life. It’s definitely not for the faint-hearted, darling

She gripped the tablecloth tightly, forcing out each word: "But I don't want them to collapse over a single phone call from you. If they die too easily, what is the point of this revenge? I want them to experience losing everything slowly, piece by piece, exactly what they did to my family." Aiden stared straight into her eyes, falling silent for a few seconds. Looking at the fire of hatred scorching inside that fragile, wounded frame, a secret pang of heartache brushed through his mind, only to be instantly cast aside by his rationality. Quickly pulling himself together, he leaned back into his chair and raised his wine glass, masking his true self behind a proud, approving smirk: "Very cle

My mind was empty. He insulted me in every possible way, made me feel like a worn-out piece of cloth, kissed me without asking for my permission, and ruined my image forever. So, then I, Ashely Brooke, am taking a pledge with the almighty of God and the universe that I will take revenge on him with all my heart. I will purposely insult him in public on every occasion, I would make him pay for ruining my life. He wants to save his image right? Then see Mr Jensen how am I going to ruin your image.

People who were silent without knowing what happened in the past were hurt, just because of vengeance. Nothing will change if people continue reciprocating violence to the violence one had caused them. It will just start another chaos, another crime, another sin. Revi clenched her fists and glared at me. "This is not revenge, I call it returning the favor.” Returning the favor, huh? What kind of useless excuse was that?

She would not allow herself to keep bearing the pain any longer until she avenges her father’s death. The sense of injustice and the desire for retribution ignited a fire within her, propelling her forward. She knew that the road ahead would be treacherous, fraught with danger and heartache, but she couldn't allow herself to falter.Athena's hurt fueled her determination for revenge, but she was aware that revenge alone would not heal her wounds. She needed to find a way to reconcile her pain and her thirst for justice. As she reentered the Esteros community, where she would once again face Ardolf, she steeled herself for the battles to come, both physical and emotional.