Revenge After Prison：never Forgiven Novels & Stories

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

by placing her hand on his. "Forgiveness, finding a means to heal, and moving on can sometimes be the greatest sources of strength. "Lily would not want you to be consumed by vengeance." Samuel's heart ached when he heard his daughter's name. He realized Sarah was correct. Lily had always embodied the qualities of love, kindness, and forgiveness. He couldn't honor her memory by continuing a cycle of hatred and vengeance. Samuel made a decision based on his newfound understanding. He'd utilize his time in prison to contemplate and seek redemption within himself. He would beg forgiveness from people he had offended and devote his life to making apologies, not only for his own crimes but also

No one knows you're hell Morgathor. “They should have just brought her to this prison, didn’t her mother trap us here?” A man behind me says. “Then we’ll finally be able to get our revenge.” “I was locked here without any valid reason. If I find her daughter, I’ll tear her limb from limb,” another fires just beside me. “We deserve revenge!” another lady shouts from far behind, and the entire prison erupts into a scream, “YEAH!!!” Fuck me. I inhale and exhale sharply, “Right now, I’m just a normal girl like everyone else,” I murmur to myself. “Just stay out of everyone’s face.”

Instead, I felt empty inside. No amount of revenge could bring Mom and my baby back. The person I once was—happy, whole—was gone. Everything that mattered was gone.

My wolf howled silently in my chest, a deep, feral longing for vengeance and desire all tangled together. “I… I will never forgive him,” I whispered finally, tears still streaking my face. “Not fully. Not until he knows… not until he knows the cost of making me the face of his sin. If they ever release me… if I ever walk out of this prison alive… he will pay. Every smile, every glance, every touch I once gave freely… he will understand what it means to take me for granted. To make me the scapegoat. He will feel it, Lester. Every last drop.”

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.

His jaw tightened, and a muscle twitched in his cheek. He stared at the photo, his eyes searing, ready to explode any second. The easy-going demeanour he'd displayed earlier vanished, replaced by a hardened resolve. How could Matthew have done this? He had dreamt about this day every day for the past five years. The day he'd take revenge on the man who took his entire family away from him. He couldn't wait... he was going to— "I'm not handing him over." Adonis burst his bubble, his voice hard.

“I swear it.” When his breath washed over my mouth, an electric current sizzled through me. Cupping his face in my hands, I said, “I know exactly how. By just moving on and being happy. Happiness will be our greatest revenge. He’ll hate it. It’ll eat him alive. And we’ll just carry on together, forgetting he ever existed, just living happily ever after. In fact, I think I’m forgetting about him right now.” Wick sounded amused when he murmured, “Wait. Who were we talking about, again?”

"You were never an Angel, Scarlett. You were just his favorite prisoner. This? This is you finally speaking for yourself." "It feels bigger than revenge," I muttered, resting my head on his chest. I could hear his heart, fast and steady, the sound of a man who was finally winning his life back. "It feels like we’re making sure he can never do this to anyone else. No more framing people. No more private prisons in Switzerland."

“Don’t be a stupid! I can’t be in love with the man who tore my life apart. I can’t forgive the man who destroyed my life.” “To be honest I haven’t seen you make any move against Stefan de la Barrera.” Maria Fernanda just looked at her. Adamaris shrugged. “I’m just saying. Don’t look at me like that.” “In moments like this I think Antonio was always right.” “Oh! Shit, what are you saying now?” “Antonio once said revenges will always take both into the grave. A revenge cannot be completed just by one suffering. It’d be karma, and to allow karma to make its work… the victims have to forgive. I can’t forgive him. I really can’t.”