Revenge And Love Novels & Stories

“And now that fate has thrown you this… unexpected plot twist, are you trying to rewrite the ending between you two? Hoping for a second chance at love?” Ryan didn’t respond at first. He turned toward the window, watching as the city glowed beneath him. His fingers tightened around the stress ball. Then, with a bitter scoff, he said, “No, Seb. I’m not gunning for a second chance at love with Adina.” His voice was calm. Controlled. “I want revenge.” Sebastian arched his brow. “Revenge?” His tone was incredulous. Ryan’s lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Yes. Revenge. And I’m going to get it.”

Lance drew a sharp breath and placed a finger beneath his chin and said, “I still don’t get it, though. Why does your family hate you so much? It is rather unnatural that they did the things they did.” “I think I’m done looking for reasons. The more I search, the angrier I get, and since the whole revenge plan didn’t work out as expected, I have come to realise that the anger keeps storing in my soul, and it makes me miserable. I don’t want to be miserable anymore. Once we find the seal and get every other thing in order, I want to return to The Rebel Pack and find happiness.”

Revenge. The news of Salvora’s death had reached him weeks ago, and though he had barely blinked at the thought of his reckless, troublesome niece meeting an untimely end, there was something irresistible about the idea of avenging her, something almost poetic about using her as an excuse to start a war, something deeply satisfying about the idea of sinking his teeth back into the world of drugs, blood, and power with the full force of a man who had nothing left to lose. Because the truth was, he hadn’t loved Salvora. Had never really cared whether she lived or died, won or lost, ruled or crumbled under her own arrogance.

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

Stars appeared above us. For a moment, I remembered the night everything began. The girl who married her enemy. The woman who wanted revenge. The wife who believed love was weakness. She was still part of me. But she wasn’t me anymore. I had survived her. I had forgiven her. And I had become someone new. Someone who understood that revenge could make you strong enough to survive. But love gave you a reason to live. I looked at Lucien. Once, he had been the man I hated.

Rage burned through every vein in my body until my hands trembled because I hated myself for loving someone capable of destroying me so effortlessly, and I hated myself even more for believing that child was mine when there had always been a chance it never was. Everything I did after that day came from a place I barely recognized. My decisions weren’t driven by reason—they were fueled by heartbreak, humiliation, and anger so consuming it poisoned every part of me. I had poured years of loyalty, trust, and love into our marriage, only to watch it shatter beneath someone else’s lies, so I sought revenge in the only way I believed I knew how. Then Ava walked into my life.

Neither Adrian nor Elena knew that the woman standing before Adrian was not the person, for the death and destruction. That the time Adrian spent with Elena the more difficult it would be to separate love from revenge. Elena picked up her bag. "When are we getting married?" Adrian asked. "Tomorrow" Elena was stunned. "Tomorrow? That is insane!" "Welcome to Adrians world." Elena looked at Adrian about to say something when Adrian said, "One thing." "If you are only marrying me because of your family..." Elena took a breath. "Do not expect me to love you." For the time something like doubt flickered across Adrian’s face. Adrian came closer. Whispered,

Alex sighed, proceeding to tell Rachel all his aunt had told him about the incident. Rachel was dumbfounded when Alex narrated all that had happened to her, no wonder those people were able to mix up the truth with falsehood, tears welled up in her eyes, she pitied herself and Alex, his case was worse than hers, she still had her mother, he didn't have any of his parents with him, she couldn't imagine how sad he felt when he knew that his parents were murdered by one mysterious organization, she knew he definitely must be planning on revenge, she just hoped that he wouldn't act rashly. "Alex I know you want to have your revenge but I think you should take this slowly," Rachel said when she s

"I realised that there was nothing I could do to a dead woman then it occurred to me that she had a daughter, you, and that's when I began to plan my revenge on the daughter of the woman who ruined my family." Van didn't cry, on the contrary she was angry, no enraged was more like it. It was sheer willpower that stopped her from lunging at him across the table and strangling the effrontery in him so she let him continue. "When I met you for the first time and you wouldn't give me the time of day I knew you were in dire need of money for your dad's operation and I knew then it was the only way to get to you and so I had this plan to sleep with you and then dump you but after I succeeded in do

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.