Revenge Against A Narcissist Novels & Stories

"There's no way I'd be acting like your father; get it back!" He's unbelievable. "Stop gaslighting yourself, Nicholas; you're acting like him right now, and you shouldn't deny it." He hates my father. But his revenge episode made him no different from my parents. My parents kill for pride. He kills for revenge. Both often go overboard in certain situations, but cases like the latter often involve innocent individuals. "Aria," he growled, disliking what I said. I shrugged my shoulder, unbothered. If Nicholas wants to kill me now, he can freely do it. In fact, it'll be my pleasure to accommodate his desire. Death would solve everything—so, if things wouldn't still work for good, that'll be my

I could feel his rage burning through the phone, even though he was miles away, like a heat wrapping around me. “They did this to you? You lost your leg for that bastard and they still mistreated you? I’m going to ruin them. I swear it.” “No!” I snapped, sitting upright, swiping tears off my cheeks. “No, Ric. That won’t be sweet enough. That’s not the best revenge.” There was silence. Then, quieter and more focused, he asked, “What do you want to do?” “I want to destroy them myself,” I said, voice calm, a dark certainty hardening inside me. “But not fast. Slowly. Gently. I want them to rot from the inside out.”

"I don't know. Money, property, connections, whatever you need." Vincent looked at me like I was a naive child. "Marcus, revenge isn't about getting something. It's about taking something away. I don't want Nichole to give me anything. I want her to lose everything." "Her father is already dead. Isn't that enough?" "Her father dying of natural causes after living a full, successful life is not revenge. Revenge is watching his daughter suffer the way my daughter suffered. Revenge is making sure Nichole Valmont dies knowing that everyone she cares about died because of her."

I smile, thinking back to the day she watched me find the necklace I treasure, her begging me to not go near the flowers but something called to me in the sea of white and green. “She was so mad with me. But at the same time I think she had a feeling of who I truly am.” I agree, turning away from the scenery behind me and looking to my father. “So what do I do now?” I ask. A flame is ignited in me and revenge is what I wanted. Revenge towards my brother who took me away from our family. Revenge for my mother against Alexander for how he treated Clarice and I. and Revenge against Narin for rejecting me and choosing Alexander.

The piece of shit of a liar let out a deep exhale, a frown on his face. I screamed inside my mouth, hoping that my face didn’t turn bright red, burning with sheer rage. Goddess help me, not to partly shift and claw his face! “Are you feeling well, Ava?” He reached for my hand on the other side of the table. I resisted the urge to push said hand away and nodded, pretty much holding my breath so I wouldn’t snap at him and call him out on all his shit. No, I couldn’t be an impulsive wrecking ball anymore. I had to wait. The best revenge is the one that comes when they last wait — cold and calculated. We all knew I wasn’t none of these things, but I had to become them and make this monster pay.

I hadn't even started taking my revenge on him and he was already becoming unhinged. This started as a game to get revenge on Lucas for everything he did to me in college. A cold, calculated play to take something he valued and watch him suffer the way he made me suffer. I wanted to make him jealous and make him suffer by taking the woman he lost. But now, seeing his desperation, his willingness to cross lines I hadn't expected, I'll make sure he loses his mind completely with regret. He deserved every ounce of pain coming his way. I grabbed my jacket and headed out of the office, barely acknowledging my assistant's goodnight as I strode past her desk. I needed to see Anastasia and I needed

If I soften too early, if I fold in the face of a man’s sorrow, I may hand him the leverage he needs to undo everything. I cannot let that happen. I will test him the way the law will test him: with facts, witnesses, and records. If he truly wants to repair this, he will accept that scrutiny. Revenge is a defensive strategy. It is the only language available to someone who was rendered invisible in a previous life. I sit on the bed and breathe, counting the small practicalities. That is the work I have to do. The rest… the personal wishing, the hunger for a version of the man I loved… has to be managed and contained.

Even if he was, was she ready to face all that would come with getting married to him? She shook her head and turned around to look at him. "I can't do it." "You can't or you won't?" he arched his brows. "Think about this for a moment, Jessica. You would finally be able to get your revenge against Nicholas. You would be able to make him pay for leaving you for your cousin. Doesn't the idea of seeing him suffer and fall to his knees after what he has done to you excite you?" He gritted his teeth as he narrowed his eyes and stared blankly into space. "He would have to address you as his older brother's wife. Nothing will break him more than that."

I also had to get back at him for locking me up to make me get as pissed as I could, just because he believed I couldn’t do anything even if I wanted to. I had to let him know that I could do whatever I wanted even though we had struck a deal with each other because no one ever got me angry and got away with it. I would never let them go scot-free because I believed in revenge and even though it wasn’t very satisfying all the time, I still stuck to it because it was the best way to make the person who wronged me feel as much pain or anger as I did when they wronged me. Then of all people, it had to be the man who killed my sisters and burnt down my kingdom that was once my only home.

I turn to my fiancé and wrap my arms around his thick neck, making him calm down. "It's in the past. I've practically forgotten about it." He frowns, "How? How can you not be so angry by them? How can you not let what they did effect you?" I peck his lips, "because if I did become angry, they would have won. They did those horrible things to break me. What better revenge is there than to not be broken and be whole instead. They would feel like they failed. So I try to not let them hinder the good things in my life. That is my revenge on them Xander." I whisper. I peck his lips and walk outside.