Revenge And Love Novels & Stories

Juliet shouted. "So why are you acting like you want me to be so grateful mum since you just wanted for me to be okay!" I yelled. Juliet sighed and walked to me. She held my arms gently and softly said, "darling don't be upset." "I'm not upset just because I wanna be upset. I just want you to take my feelings seriously mum. That diary was so dear to me but it's damaged and you're scolding me and not John." "John is just six. He's just a child."

Almost back to how we were before, even if it can never be the same. Still it's still something. "I will do the ordering." Tin propose. "It's on you superstar." On me...wait what.... "Hey...hey Tin, dont you...huh...she hanged up.again." That bitch. Those bitches I have come to love. Letting go of my hatred and regret really seemed hard at first but looking back it's kind of confusing why I wanted revenge in the first place. When I just need I'd the better me. The real me.

She still cannot believe the same teeth that bit her as a symbol of love could do the same in the name of hate. Two-bit marks opposite each other. One stands for love and the other for rejection. "There is no coming back from this mess. I just need to figure out how to get my revenge." Selena told herself.

The hardest choice I ever made but it was clear to me. I opened my eyes and looked at Sean and he was looking at me with sincerity and I heard the laugh from the maniac behind the table. I shut my eyes and pulled the trigger. The gun dropped from my hands and I covered my ears to block all the sound. It was done I shot Sean, the guy who I loved. I opened my eyes and saw that the bullet struck right below his heart, I got what I wanted, revenge. I sat down on the floor and cried. I had shot my first love.

It is she who should be angry and the one who showed anger was the other one. When the cupids were giving each other exhausted glances, an annoyed voice called, “MOM!!!” Slapping her own head remembering she got Arman late for his school, Aisha said, “I have to go too.” After planting a small peck on Arif’s cheek and doing a quick hug with Aliyah, she screamed while walking out of the mansion in hurry with holding an annoyed Arman’s hand, “BYE!!!” Sitting on the sofa nearby, Arif and Aliyah were the only people left in the home except for the workers. "Hassan has told Simran about him being part in this Revenge shit of Ali," Arif said to Aliyah who looked at him in shock.

“This isn’t the time or the place for this back-and-forth. Tonight is supposed to be about hope and charity! Not about your childish infatuation with revenge.” “Revenge is hardly in my vocabulary, Andre. It’s about taking back what is rightfully mine. And I plan to do just that,” I said evenly, unwilling to yield any ground even as the tension crackled in the air like the winter chill outside. “But how many lives will you destroy while seeking your vengeance?” he countered, his voice laced with a hollow sympathy. “That’s rich coming from you.” I offered him a grin that felt both sinister and refreshing. “I’m not the one who tarnished my marriage or ruined lives for power and control.”

Revenge, he realized, was a solitary endeavor that ultimately led to isolation; justice, on the other hand, was a shared journey that could foster unity and strength. As he moved forward, Alex remained vigilant against the shadows that lingered in his periphery. He understood that the threat was real, but he also recognized that he was not alone. With the support of his friends and allies, he was ready to confront the challenges ahead, armed with a renewed sense of purpose and a commitment to protecting those he loved. The cost of revenge might have been steep, but the price of love, community, and justice was priceless. And in that realization lay the foundation for a future defined by hope

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.

The room was dim, the air heavy with the weight of my emotions, but I felt something shift inside me. A reckoning was coming. No more hesitation. No more waiting. I had let them live long enough. This time, there would be no mercy. No forgiveness. Only revenge. I would make Julian bleed. I would make Lily suffer And Monica? She would wish she had never stood against me. They thought they could move on. They thought they could be happy. But I would make sure their happiness was short-lived. Because the only thing more powerful than love—was vengeance.

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!