Revenge Cycle Novels & Stories

I couldn't be bothered wasting any more time with them, so I waved and had the lawyer file a lawsuit against Angelo. After leaving the company, I returned home. The moment I walked through the door, Mrs. Cervantes rushed at me, shouting accusations, "Mr. Shannon, did you frame Angelo and get him thrown into lockup?! How could someone born as rich as you are have such a vicious heart?! You should be careful of what you do from now on as karma can be a real bitch!" I didn't respond to her outburst. She took a breath and continued, "But it's not like I can't forgive you. If you call the station now, get Angelo out, apologize to him, and then compensate us with 750,000 dollars, we'll let this go

“Julian and his friends. They raped her. They killed her. They laughed about it. I want them broken. I want them to scream. I want them gone.” “Revenge is simple,” he rumbled. “Souls are the currency. Yours will suffice.” He stepped into the circle; the air shimmered around him. “But I collect upfront. Your body first. Every hole. Every cry. You submit, I deliver. Refuse, and the contract voids. No vengeance, no nothing.” My pulse hammered in my throat. Fear, fury, and something darker twisted low in my belly. “Do it,” I said. His laugh vibrated through my bones.

I've been to heaven in her arms. Now I'll send myself to hell. It's as simple as that. It's where I was always heading. In an ironic twist, the anger inside of me is gone. I've been holding on to it for so long, this self-directed rage. I started Colliver to get revenge in its purest form. Somewhere along the line, I lost myself and simply became corrupt like the people I swore to bring down. Corrupt like my parents, too. It's all a cycle and I'd let myself become a part of it.

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.

Damien said, taking her hand, "is that we stopped the cycle. We kept Victor an'd feel vindicated. Like justice was finally happening. But I just feel... empty. My parents are still dead. Three years of my life are still gone. And even with Vincent arrested and your father exposed, none of it brings back what I lost." "No," Damien agreed quietly. "It doesn't. Revenge never does. Even when it's justified." "Then what was the point? What was any of this for?" "The point," Damien said, taking her hand, "is that we stopped the cycle. We kept Victor and Vincent from hurting anyone else. We chose truth over corruption. And we found each other in the process." "That's very philosophical for 9 PM." "

“Clarissa, revenge can consume you. It can become a never-ending cycle of pain and emptiness. Are you sure this is the path you want to take?” I just stopped and thought about what he said. Obviously, he was right. Revenge could backfire and hurt the one seeking it just as much as the target. But deep down, I had a firm determination, a fire that couldn’t be put out. I had still rooted in my soul the second part of my revenge. I didn’t forget what Riccardo did to me and to my sister Skyler in the past.

Just the way I liked it. But there was still an itch I couldn’t scratch. The kind that sank deep, an ache gnawing at my insides every time I closed my eyes. Revenge. I’d returned to finish what had started years ago, blood debts left unpaid. I was patient, though. I’d learned to savor it—blood, sweat, and tears from everyone who’d ever dared to cross me.

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

The memory of her baby's innocent face, cold and lifeless in her arms, gave her strength she had never known before. As she stood there, a lone figure against the backdrop of the moon, Aline's vow of revenge echoed through the clearing. The winds carried her determination, her pain, and her newfound power – a power that would soon shake the foundations of the very pack that had underestimated her for far too long.

"I think that's how you two can find the right revenge, too." "F*ck that," Ryder barks, pulling from my arms and stalking off a few paces into the yard. Seeing his pain is so familiar and so fresh—I know it well. "I was the product of spite and hate and vengeance! If I have to spend the next thirty years trying to sell off the best Donahue relic to ever exist then dammit, I will do it!" I drop my head, feeling like we've come so far, and yet they still can't break their mental cycle of bad-boy behavior and cyclical revenge.