Revenge And Rebirth Novels & Stories

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

"They're pushing me to my limit." Riley placed her hands on mine, her eyes full of worry. "Athena, are you okay?" she asked softly. I looked up at her, and honestly, right now, different emotions were flowing through me, but the most prominent was anger. I was so pissed that I didn't mind going along with Austin's idea. But death was not an appropriate punishment for Dylan and his buddies. "I'm so pissed. I can barely contain my rage. He really had to do this, but I'm grateful. It only makes my thirst for revenge greater," I answered, squeezing her hand softly.

Everyone thinks she's a country bumpkin that doesn't deserves to be with Long Chen. She sat on a chair near the bar shelf staring at the people dancing happily. The party is booming and full of life. She instinctively glanced at Long Chen and saw him discussing with some people. She couldn't help but feel remorseful and indebted towards him. He lost his life in her past life because of her stupid actions. She has always been stupid. Had she treated him well in her past life, he wouldn't have been so indifferent towards her in this life. Hmph, She regretted it.

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!

“You think that was begging? That was me remembering the girl you broke. The girl who thought pain meant love. But she’s gone, Damon. Dead and buried beneath every scar you left on me.” She steps closer, her voice rising— not trembling, but thunderous. “Yes, I want revenge. I want you to feel what I felt— powerless, exposed, discarded. But don’t mistake my vulnerability for desire. You didn’t see lust in my eyes. You saw rage. You saw grief. You saw the ghost of the girl you destroyed.” She rips her hand from his grip, eyes locked on his. “And that ring? That man? That family? They’re not my escape. They’re my resurrection. You were my grave, Damon. He is my rebirth.”

Lucius waited anxiously for me to make up my mind so they could quickly give me a new life. I let out a long sigh. I was resolved to take advantage of my rebirth to exact revenge on those who had harmed me. And I was more sure than ever that justice would be done with Lucius's backing. I was aware that the only reason I was granted another opportunity was to exact revenge for the horrible deaths of both my parents and myself at the hands of the spiteful Vivian and her now-husband. I found the answer to Lucius's question as I considered my revenge.

I couldn't break free from the harsh clutches of the raging water so I gave into it as the icy coldness of it numbed all of the pain I felt away, and I welcomed the cold hug of death with open arms. If I was reborn. I'll make sure they all burned for what they'd done to me. They'll all pay.

Even if she was finally kicked out of the Sanchez family and had nothing in her career and family, they still refused to let her go. In the end, they slaughtered and killed her. This hatred never ends. Fortunately, God took pity on her and let her be reborn, and it happened to be the night when she was framed to have an accident. Unlike before the rebirth, she didn't lose herself at the beginning. Now that the decline has been reversed, she must live a wonderful life when she is reborn. And those who harmed her, she would not let any of them go. The familiar but long-lost phone rang, Ashley was startled for a while, and then she took out the phone from her bag.

Looking at his current state made me feel aggrieved. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Tell me, why did you say I jumped off a building?" "Because... I had mistaken Jennifer to be you. After she died, I took out all my anger on you..." As he told me about what happened in my previous life, I actually calmed down. "Does Jennifer know that you're reborn?" He shook his head. "She doesn't. I didn't tell her." With that said, his phone rang. Jennifer's voice sounded in the quiet room. "Rick, where are you? I didn't find you in your office."

And in that moment, with the abyss yawning beneath my soul, I made my choice. I chose vengeance. The instant I surrendered to that decision, I felt the last remnants of my light shatter and fall away like glass broken on cold stone. My heart, once filled with fragile hope and aching kindness, died beneath the weight of hatred and despair. I was no longer Selene, the girl who clung to mercy and dreams of redemption. I was something else—something hollow and relentless, carved from pain and sharpened by rage. This was my rebirth, born of silence and sorrow, and it demanded a sacrifice I was willing to pay: my very soul. The price was steep, but I would wear it like armor, a shield forged from