Revenge Against A Narcissist Novels & Stories

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.

You can take your revenge right now," Lucian said. He wanted this revenge game of Natalie pto end so that Natalie could think about her own life. Because he understood very well that until this revenge game was over, Natalie would not think about her life. "Before I destroy Lucas, I want to take him to the peak of success where he never imagined he would go, and then I want to ruthlessly knock him down from that peak of success. In this way, he will suffer even more. My mother suffered a lot for him. I want to take revenge for all that suffering. You said that revenge would be sweeter as long as it was taken patiently. I am following your advice," Natalie said. "Okay, you can do whatever you

“I'm not running away. If I was, I wouldn't be bent on having this revenge.” “That's your issue. Revenge is all you care about.” I raised my voice a notch higher and she pulled her hand away. “When would you look past this revenge and see all the love and light that surrounds you. You've become so obsessed with killing Scott, it has made you self centered. You would do anything to achieve that including things you wouldn't normally do.” “ Isn't that what revenge does to people?” “No. It does what you let it do to you. When would you realize all the good things around you. The love and care. Even Carl suffers from what this revenge is doing to you.”

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

And now, I don’t know what I would do with my life anymore. But there is one thing I want to do… Revenge! I will make Aster pay for everything he did to me. For all the horrible things I suffered in the dungeon. For the abuse, he did to me the night after he decapitated my father. Maybe he just tried to save me from death just to torture me again. But whatever his plan is, I will never let him make me one of his puppets. I will find a way to end him, even if it means I have to sacrifice my own life!

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke in that low, calm voice that always carried weight. “You’re a smart woman. I know you can do this. But you just need to be careful, and know this.” He paused. “Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken

"Be a successful woman and slap them with your achievements you obtained without their help---and that would be your revenge against people who don’t believe in your capabilities." And that is something I wasn't open about. All my life, I believed that getting revenge on someone was always done by doing things that would make their life even more miserable. Without even knowing while I'm wanting justice for my family, for myself and for all those unpleasant memories I had shared with Liam and his family, I'm becoming the evil I never imagined myself to be.

“You don’t have to let this happen. I know you hate me, but you can’t just stand there and let him hurt me. If it’s money, whatever he paid you, whatever he promised, Gabriel can give you more. I swear he can…” “Shut up!” Nicole’s hand shot out, finger stabbing the air toward me, her face twisted with rage. “This isn’t about money! This is my revenge. About destroying you.” Her words slammed into me like blows. My throat tightened, panic flooding every nerve. “Revenge…” The whisper scraped out of me, trembling, weak. “Is this really revenge to you?” She sneered, turning her back as if I were nothing more than trash. She started to walk away, heels clicking, voice cold.