Revenge Book Novels & Stories

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

"Because I want revenge..." Yes, I am taking revenge. To get back everything that was stolen from me. My life, my people's life and the throne that was destined for me. "I am no saint for justice, revenge is my powerful weapon and I stand for it." "Then why did you even sent me that letter?" he asked. A small glint of grin appeared on my lips before I tapped his shoulder. "Because I am the same as you," I answered. I leaned closer and whispered on his ear. "My time was reversed too and this is my second life, my reversed time..."

This was still my office and I wanted it to myself. The other two people left without a word. I was assuming they were running to the boss to find out if I could kick them out. I simply didn’t care. I had nothing to hide but didn’t feel I had to share my space with a bunch of strangers. ********* Finn sat back down at his desk after Lilith departed. He was angry with her but far angrier with himself. He couldn’t believe he’d let her get to him. The whole point of his revenge was to affect her, not the opposite way around.

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke in that low, calm voice that always carried weight. “You’re a smart woman. I know you can do this. But you just need to be careful, and know this.” He paused. “Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken

"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.

She would keep fighting, keep scheming, until she claimed her freedom and brought Victor to his knees. But as she turned to leave, she caught sight of something that made her heart skip a beat. A small, leather-bound book lay on the floor, its pages open to a passage that seemed to leap out at her. It was a quote, penned in Victor's own handwriting, and it seemed to mock her very defiance. "The greatest revenge is to outlive your enemies." Ivy's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with a newfound determination. She would outlive Victor; she would outlast him. And she would make sure that he knew it.

“You were being deceived for so long. Talking you out of it wouldn't have convinced you so it was good you saw it for yourself.” “What do you want from me?” I asked. “You're the cousin of the man who just left me to die after cheating on me, I know you're not here to offer your sympathy,” I added and his lips curved just slightly to reveal a dangerous smile. “You're smart. I like that. I do want something from you. And it's not difficult. At all.” Ethan said, his eyes fixed on me and I blinked in confusion. “What do you want?” “Revenge.”

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

The despair in his eyes hardened into cold, calculated ambition as he reached for the business card and picked it up, feeling its weight and promise in his fingers. "Well then," he said to the empty office, his voice carrying a new note of determination and dark satisfaction. "I guess it's time for some payback. Revenge. ” He gritted his teeth, “Yes, I will have my revenge, against Vanessa and Jason

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.