Revenge After Prison：never Forgiven Novels & Stories

I paused, then turned and asked my assistant for a lighter, and lit one corner of the paper. The flame consumed the words. The ashes scattered in the wind, like our past, now reduced to dust. I didn't forgive him. Never. But I won. I looked down at the city that had once tried to consume me. Now, it lay at my feet. I was the queen here, and that man was merely a stain on my crown, easily wiped away. Meanwhile, in the maximum-security wing of Rikers Island. The solitary cell had no windows. Only suffocating silence filled it.

Revenge is the only thing that keeps me going. The worst part and the reason I can’t forgive my mother is all the drugged-out ramblings I listened to through the years. She still loved the son of a bitch and forgave him for killing my sister and brother. That’s who they are in my head—an unborn boy and a girl. I’d have a family if not for Frank, and he’ll pay for what he did. My quest will either end my life or allow me to live on something besides violence. It’s fed my soul for far too long.

Revenge is the only thing that keeps me going. The worst part and the reason I can't forgive my mother is all the drugged-out ramblings I listened to through the years. She still loved the son of a bitch and forgave him for killing my sister and brother. That's who they are in my head-an unborn boy and a girl. I'd have a family if not for Frank, and he'll pay for what he did. My quest will either end my life or allow me to live on something besides violence. It's fed my soul for far too long.

If it's good things, I'll be happy for him as an old friend, but if it's just painful things, I can apologize to him and do anything to make up for it. From my point of view, our friendship broke down because of that $50, so I think that if we make up for something of greater value we can continue to be friends. I'm not looking forward to this, but I don't want to miss the chance even though he's just a bad person. Actually, I also think I'm a bad person. I directly asked, “What happened when you were taken away by the mafia?” Duane looked up at the ceiling, pondered for a moment, and then said, “They pulled out all my fingernails and toenails, then beat me up, until I couldn't move anymore,

Since then she has again disappeared. The more I thought about it, my heart and mind agreed that we should forgive Badar. But not before we have some fun. Let him think that I haven't forgiven him yet. Let him struggle to get me to forgive him. Let him feel the pain that I felt. Let me get some revenge for what he did to me. Well not harmful revenge but little harmless revenge. **Badar's pov**

He asked. " Because I don't want myself to forget that I spoilt my whole life for a cheap man like you... Who even wants to cheat on his pregnant wife? I want to keep reminding myself that I deserve to be punished like this for betraying my parents' trust and trusting you over them. I hate you, Liam. I would have killed you but that woman in your house seems to be a nice woman. I don't want to hurt her for something that you did. Now please get lost and don't bother to come again. " I said and left.

Her desire for revenge had blinded her. She had let her anger and hurt consume her, leading her down a path of destruction. But now she saw the error of her ways. Forgiveness, not revenge, was the key to healing and moving forward. Her newfound understanding was not just an intellectual concept but a deeply felt conviction. She had come to understand that forgiveness was not just about letting go of the past but about embracing the present with compassion and kindness. A new inmate, a young woman named Maria, was thrown into the cell next to hers. Maria was hardened, bitter, and angry, having been sentenced to prison for a crime she swore she didn't commit. Sofia saw the pain and desperation

According to the guards, she often woke up screaming in the middle of the night. She would call out my name over and over, begging for forgiveness that would never come. "I'm sorry, Aria! I didn't mean for you to die! Please forgive me!" But her cries echoed only off cold prison walls. Back at the foundation ceremony, Ethan stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean. The setting sun painted the water gold and orange, creating a beautiful backdrop for this moment of triumph. He raised his champagne glass toward the endless horizon, a peaceful smile on his face.

From behind me I hear Zarod’s voice, “Why? Why have you done these things?” “Revenge.” I said, sneering at him. “All of you, my colleagues…what a joke. My son was murdered in that prison and never received justice. He was sent to that awful prison for murderers and dangerous criminals. He embezzled money. He should not have been placed in maximum security with those evil bastards.”

So full of revenge. The first place I went after getting out of prison was St. Mary Magdalene’s Children’s Home. I’d spent twelve years there. I don’t know why I thought seeing Sister Agnes—the woman who raised me—would fix something inside me. She didn’t. She looked at me the same way she always had. With judgement. With sermons about forgiveness. With the same warning. You attract trouble, Rhea. I would do anything to see Victor and Elara Hale fall the way I did. That will be my peace. My freedom. I’ve spent my life swallowing forgiveness while they destroyed everything I loved.