Revenge And Love Novels & Stories

He mistook her expression to be that of someone who did something evil and was trying so hard to mask it. Surely, he knew what the Alpha of the other pack was on about. This was the main reason why he was here. To pay them back tenfold what they've done to him. It took all restraint in him not to fire up and destroy everything in this building but he couldn't let the years of hard work go down to waste all because of an impulsive anger. No longer willing to watch, Miguel turned around and headed to the kitchen were most of the slaves-turned cook were preparing a feast. Staying in the hall and watching those animals interact would only further anger him and he wasn't willing to lose control.

After having no success, he asked, "What the hell are you talking about?" "The night, the hot steamy night we shared together! The same night you told me you loved me! Did that night mean anything to you at all?" Jessica asked. She earnestly waited for his reply, searching his eyes to see if there would be any answers for her there. But there was none; his eyes were empty, so empty it made her heart ache. Justin thought about what to say. This was his opportunity to exact his cold revenge on Jessica for what she had done to him—for making him have a sleepless night and not be in his best performing form today.

And why did Adrian seek revenge with such ferocity? My gaze moves to Adrian, studying his features. His dark hair falls across his forehead, framing his chiseled face. His grey eyes seem to bore into my soul, cold and unforgiving. I search for any hint of emotion, any glimmer of humanity, but find none. He's like a statue, a monument to vengeance. I wonder if Adrian's eyes have always been so cold, or if they once held warmth and kindness. Did my father's actions extinguish that spark, leaving only a burning rage in its place? The thought sends a shiver down my spine.

he says, shoulders slumped as he turns to leave. I watch him walk out of the visiting room, and as I press my hand to my chest, I keep crying—for everything that just happened. After all the pain and heartbreak caused by the man who was once the love of my life… Today, I finally feel free. Free from a revenge that was slowly eating away at my soul. Free from the hatred I carried for him all these years.

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

“Now this boils down to the question Sophia asked you back at the café. How about you make your own choice? Those people have treated you wrongly, and you know it. They need to pay, and you can do something about that.” I rested back in my chair and crossed my legs, the motion casual, the body language of a man who’d rehearsed this delivery. Her face changed, the calculation was visible now, a map of the gears turning behind her eyes. That particular look told me I’d struck the right nerve: pain softened by opportunity, anger polished by the scent of revenge. All I needed now was a few seconds. Let her debate quietly with herself; let the hatred bloom so bright it eclipses any rational fear.

I want to be a girl who urgently needs to be loved. I adjusted back from him. and sipped my empty coffee cup. I don't know what I should say, I don't know what I would say. "Hae-Jae, I want to be loved but not yet, I'm still planning on revenge on the ones who made me bleed " I wanted revenge more than I wanted love, and I'm just a few hours away from getting what I have always wanted in a long time. "Anna, with strong love, revenge can be gotten easily."

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.

The revenge she planned longer than I planned of taking Iris. " And seeing how you begged for him, I am sure, you love him the same. Or do you, Blair? So tell me, Blaire, how does it feel when you love one man and spent your nights in my bed being fucked from behind?" I asked mocking her sinfully, loving the grimace she feels for herself, thinking about how she cheats, the love of her life. See I told you revenge is far more dangerous than anything. It destroys all your rational thoughts. In revenge, you burn yourself more than you burn the person you want to take revenge from.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.