Revenge And Love Novels & Stories

“Revenge.” ‎

Amidst their angry shouts, Steve, who had once been saved by me but then betrayed me, suddenly dropped to his knees. He slapped himself repeatedly, even drawing blood from his mouth, before he stopped. With tears streaming down his face, he begged, "I'm sorry, Mr. Leeds. I deserve this. But my son is innocent. Please, save him. Please!" But no matter how much he begged, I was no longer soft. I simply said, "I can't help you." But before I walked away, I did leave them with Yves' whereabouts. They should sort out their own problems.

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.

I told him. "But you're holding a grude on your mom." Dad told me. "Leticia loves you, and everything she did, she had the same motive as I've always had: of avoiding a time in life as such. A time when our reputation is so stripped that we no longer mean anything. Just people that no one wants to be connected to. The same way you understand Dan's motive for dating your sister, understand your mother's motive for sending Rissa to an orphanage. It doesn't matter how deep the err is, look at the motive and forgive. Dan is right."

"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

Fisher and members of the board. What many see is the success of the company, but what they don't know is how young Mr. Fisher worked endlessly morning and night to bring the company to where it is now. While his generation were drinking their lives away with friends at different bars and clubs he was building the foundation of his company. He went through much humiliation and suffering to get to where he his now. All for the sake of one thing. His only motivation to rise to the top is the joy he will get in punishing those who are responsible for his suffering. His revenge is the last string keeping him in the lane of sanity. He has waited so long to start implementing his plan. He had it i

Eric walked back to his room in tears. He's never been this heartbroken before in his life. He felt so much pain in his heart. He loves Katrina so much, she meant everything to him, she meant the world to him but she doesn't even love him. She's just here on a revenge mission! Eric was starting to feel complete with her but everything is falling apart now. He was so angry and sad right now. He walked to his dressing table and threw everything he could lay his hands on.

"Your Dad took everything from us and caused my father's death. We suffered a lot until now, and I promised to seek revenge. The sight of you every day makes me want to rip off your head and smash you against the wall. Each time you hug me, I scrub myself until I bleed. Each time you try to kiss me, I move away because I can't bear to kiss a disgusting mouth like yours. It satisfies me to see you so broken, like I've seen Cathy when our father passed away. It'll satisfy me more to see you dead." He spat, and Margarita involuntarily shivered. "I didn't do anything," she wept, shaking her head as she took several steps back. She never would have expected this turn of events. Everything was hap

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.

"No matter what happens, we won't let this tear us apart." Her fingers brush against my cheek, and I touch them with my lips. "I promise," Maria whispers, and I seal our vow with a kiss. "No matter what we do, whether for love, family, or revenge, our choices will always bind us." Revenge. Is it still stronger than love?