Revenge Book Novels & Stories

The Revenge Plan Copyright © 2019 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

but Michael wasn't paying attention, so he continued. By that point, he had reached the most distressing aspect of his memories, and all he wanted to do was put it behind him. "When I found out about the abortion," he went on with grim quietness, "all I could think of was that you were more like my mother than I'd thought. I told myself I hated you, and when you ran away, I began to plan revenge. A child seemed the perfect way since I was certain you didn't want one, and learning that I'd lost one made me realize how much I wanted to be a father. I thought I could accomplish both goals at once-getting even with you and starting a family at the same time. I didn't think I'd ever find another

So, feel free to write what you think in the comment section! I have one more announcement for you guys, that I am planning to make a book series called Revenge Series. I plan to make it consist of three books with the theme "Revenge" with different characters in each book. However, I will still try to include the interconnectedness of all the characters, even though it will only be a little visible. Once again, I would like to thank you all for your support! You have no idea how much I love you guys! With love, Anne Joyce

⚔️ VENGEANCE ⚔️ (Death is the price!! ☠️ KAI of the Keepers) - Written by Authoress Marygold_slessor - 📌Do No Copy/plagiarise📌 Chapter Nineteen (19)

she opens her mouth a few times, searching for the words, but I gently hold her hands and shake my head. “It’s not your fault. Things just… turned out this way. Maybe this was how our story was meant to end. It started with a foolish act of revenge—and in the end, revenge is exactly how it died.”

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

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.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

Over the years, the opponents changed their clothes, their lexicon, but never changed their reasoning, there were always enemies that stain the soil with blood of both innocent and guilty. In a land of monsters, barbarism is the number one protagonist, savagery is part of the mafia landscape, and Maria De La Cruz, will be the lamb under the disguise of a hungry wolf. She will desire revenge like the desert desires water, she will desire justice, like a child desires its mother's breast, she will be on the line of good and evil at every moment.