Revenge Face Novels & Stories

Revenge burned fiercely within me, fueling my determination. Then suddenly, the idea of altering my face through plastic surgery took hold of my thoughts, a surge of excitement coursed through me. It was the perfect solution, a way to ensure that I could get close to my enemies without raising any suspicion. With a new face, I could infiltrate their world and exact my revenge without anyone recognizing me. I contemplated the possibilities, imagining the transformation that awaited me. I could change my appearance, erase the features that were so familiar to Lucas and his family. It would be like shedding my old self and stepping into a new identity, one that they would never suspect.

"It's my game. And for this game, the rewards are revealed after the act." I gasped in outrage. "Fine. Do your worst. Don't think I won't be having my revenge." He shrugged. "I'm not afraid. I'm in your hands. Just don't damage anything on me that you can't live without. Every other thing is fair game." "What?" "If you damage my face in the course of your revenge, just know you'll have to live with it. I'm not letting you go." "What if I want to go?" "Baby, I'm not letting you go. End of."

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

He growled, his eyes getting darker as he leaned the rod closer to her flawless face. Pain, anger, and, melancholy swept across his scarred face as he groused out, “I am getting revenge."

He wasn’t surprised to see me when I suddenly showed up out of nowhere. He looked me in the face and looked calm as if he already knew what I was up to. I hadn’t seen this face for a long time, and I hated this face because he was a jerk. I still remembered how he fooled me around, so I walked over, stood still, and gave him a punch in his face. Now that he was not the alpha, I could take revenge without any scruples. He didn’t dodge, and I hit him really hard. Soon, there was a swollen red mark on his face.

He was not scared, rather, he has this boiling feeling inside him which he can simplify to the word ‘revenge’. *** Raverine is wearing a black hoodie and maroon pants with a black mask covering his mouth and nose only. He walked towards the large tree planted in the middle of the old plaza. He looked around and thought, ‘No people but some joggers are passing by the plaza.’ He waited for three minutes until a man in his 30s walked towards him. He was wearing a white smiley mask covering his face completely and a hoodie. His steps quickly intensified and Raverine saw a knife hiding from his hand. Raverine waited for him to attack and dodge it by simply gripping at his wrist then quickly twist

Renee knows very well how much Reva hates her, so Renee feels very impatient to see what expression Reva will show later when she sees Renee's figure who is still alive coming to see her. "I can't wait to see your expression when I see me, Reva. I'll give you a beautiful surprise," Renee muttered with a smile on the corners of her beautiful lips. Renee still looks very beautiful even though at this time all that can be seen from the corners of her lips is a smile full of sheer cunning. Yes, a smile that implies what Renee will do next, beautiful and elegant revenge that Renee will show to these cheap women, a pair of mother and daughter who seem to never reflect on themselves that they have

If I soften too early, if I fold in the face of a man’s sorrow, I may hand him the leverage he needs to undo everything. I cannot let that happen. I will test him the way the law will test him: with facts, witnesses, and records. If he truly wants to repair this, he will accept that scrutiny. Revenge is a defensive strategy. It is the only language available to someone who was rendered invisible in a previous life. I sit on the bed and breathe, counting the small practicalities. That is the work I have to do. The rest… the personal wishing, the hunger for a version of the man I loved… has to be managed and contained.

Her face hardened, she clenched her fists as anger rushed through her veins and her whole being was consumed by spite. In that moment, seeing herself with a foreign face, revenge had never seemed more desperate.