Revenge Books Novels & Stories

He attacked us and raped Aditi and threw us on the roadside to die. ... I like the colour of revenge. It is scarlet red. There is magic in the word revenge and in its colour. Whenever I think of it, I experience energy firing me up. The bright colour is like bliss and it gives me a sense of immense pleasure, you people cannot imagine it. Bhai always said you must avenge wrongs done to you. The fire of revenge must ignite in you and burn bright till the day you have taken the revenge. Revenge must be taken, no matter what it takes, no matter what happens to you and no matter what consequence it brings.’

"To talk. About what happened to you. About Dominic Kane and Ivy Blackwood and the spectacular way they destroyed your life in front of everyone." "I'm not interested in…" "I'm offering you revenge," Miranda interrupted smoothly. "Real revenge. The kind that will make them both suffer the way you've suffered. Are you interested or not?" Sophia should have hung up. Should have blocked the number and moved on with her life. But the word "revenge" sang in her blood like a promise. "I'm listening," she said. In his penthouse, Sebastian Thorne smiled. The pieces were all falling into place.

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."

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.

He said. “Who hasn't?" I muttered "my parents ruined his life, his parents killed my parents and we turned out to be mates. It's all a big, hot mess. I came here wanting revenge for my parents, even took some drastic measures, only to find out my parents were the villain in the story. Then came the question, do I continue chasing revenge or do I finally allow myself to have a bit of happiness? For a while, I felt so guilty about choosing him over my parents’ revenge but I just so tired of holding on to the hate. Hate is a huge burden to hold on to for a long period of time.” I sighed.

And I felt something rising in my chest that was enormous and burning and had nowhere to go, and I didn't try to contain it. "I want to destroy them," I said. "Every single one of them. I want —" "Ivonne," Thorin said sharply. "Stop. Look at me." I couldn't look at him. I could only look at Seraphina, who was watching me with those steady, ancient eyes, and I said, "How do I get revenge? Tell me. Whatever it takes." "Ivonne, don't —" Thorin started. "Tell me," I said again, directly to the girl.

She was so easy to play with that it was funny. She pointed at me and tried to reach for me again, but Seth pulled her back. “She is the one who did this!” “She doesn’t have sex videos all over the internet. Tell me the truth, Celeste. For fucking once in your life, can you be fucking honest?” “Yes, but it was a long time ago, and it was in college. It was Ivy—” “I can’t believe you would do something like this. No wonder this is happening to you. Someone is taking revenge against you for all you have done. Ivy was right. This is karma. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

He draws the sword through the icy fire terrain. He had murdered hundreds, drunk all their blood and left them withering to the dirt. He walked as he uttered, "I am Revenge: sent from the infernal kingdom, To ease the gnawing vulture of thy mind, By working wreakful vengeance on thy foes. Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head. ... And wash their hands in...Kathleen's blood."

[Valerie] ** Three Months Ago ** I had all the tools I needed to execute the revenge I was hoping to wreak on the one who had robbed me of so much in my life. It plagued me for days on end - if it was the right thing to do. I sat at my desk in the library, paging through Stephen King’s “Doctor Sleep” but the words printed on the pages seemed to fuze and look like black lines and blotches across the pages. I had lost interest the moment I opened the first page, so how I was already on page fifty three was a mystery to me, because I couldn’t recall any of the words I had read.