Revenge Against A Narcissist Novels & Stories

"Tired of running. Tired of being at the mercy of wolves who see me as weak. I want to be strong enough that no one can hurt me again." "Better. But still incomplete." She poured tea, sliding a cup toward me. "What else?" "I want revenge," I admitted quietly. "I want Adrian to regret rejecting me. Want my father to suffer for disowning me. Want everyone in Silvercrest to understand what they created by trying to destroy me." "Now we are getting somewhere." My grandmother's expression held approval. "Revenge is honest motivation. Powerful motivation. But also dangerous if it becomes your only goal. What happens after revenge? After you have destroyed everyone who hurt you? What then?"

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

My heart burned with a need for revenge, my soul cloaked in darkness hence my recent obsession with black dresses. But I didn’t want to face that darkness alone. I needed him by my side. I came back to reclaim him and to bring down his mother, Victoria. The evidence against her was ready, stacked high, waiting for me to act. But with Ethan so distant, so impossible to talk to, I was tempted to move forward alone and explain later. Yet, that might make him hate me more, and I couldn’t bear that.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Only one person would come to my room this late.

“It’s unprofessional but I can teach you how to be a ghost, defend yourself, and maneuver your way out of tight situations.” Jane looked pleased. She then described what she had been through back at home. Phil’s jaw tightened as she went on with her story. “If you want revenge, I suggest you change your looks, train with me while I teach you everything I know,” he proposed. “Great,” Jane accepted.

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”

“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

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.

"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.”