Revenge Face Novels & Stories

after few minutes I came out. I walked to Hayden and slapped him again and again.. me: " IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU.. ARE YOU SATISFIED NOW... ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?? YOU SPOILED MY LIFE AND NOW YOU TOOK MY DAD AWAY FROM ME... NOW I THINK YOUR REVENGE SATISFIED... DON'T EVER NEVER SHOW YOUR FACE TO ME.. NOW GETLOST FROM MY SIGHT.. " HAYDEN( P O V) She slapped me and said "I can tolerate whatever you do for.. if anything happen to my dad.. you will see.. "

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

His anger was so different from what I used to see in him, but it's the anger that I am liking. "Fuck!" She cursed when Tyron spits on her face, but it was also followed by a slap on Tyron's face, so hard that it looked like I was the one who felt the pain because of how powerful the force it was. I know it hurts the moment that I clearly heard the crispiness of the slap in his face. But Tyron's face remained straight with his eyes glazed over. "Did you see that?" She turned on me. "You should be thankful, I got your revenge." She grumbles but I just rolled my eyes.

After a few seconds, he backed away, leaving me gasping and choking for air. “If that’s so, then you better start talking, or I will jump downright on homicide. I have my men mixed up here, posing as Italian guards. They won’t waste a second in opening fire on my one command. The only thing I want in the end is to kill that Valentine as he killed me ten years ago. He almost took my life by shooting me in heart and putting the entire warehouse on fire that day, but destiny had other plans. I suffered a burn of third-degree and there were no chances of survival, but miracles do happen. My heart was beating weakly when father arrived at the site. He immediately admitted me under the watch of th

And I aimed his face on the TV, just like I was watching the next video. It was of Austin, going deep on our girl in his office gym. I couldn’t care less how this man beneath me was howling, I was focused on remembering how she felt under me that day. It’s not close, but this revenge is for her. “You wanna fuck with my girl? I’ll fuck with you, pretty boy!!” I said with every thrust. I laughed when I caught a glimpse of his dick. It was leaking. “Oh fuck, you’re loving this?!”

He remained steadfast in his belief that true justice could be achieved through compassion and integrity. As the fight for justice continued, Alex learned to navigate the delicate balance between personal grief and public responsibility. The shadow of revenge no longer loomed over him as a dark cloud; instead, it had transformed into a guiding light, illuminating the path toward meaningful change. In this journey, he discovered that the most powerful revenge was not in retaliation but in the relentless pursuit of justice that could foster healing, growth, and a better future for all.

Seeing that, he promised to himself that he will make all the dreams of the girl come true no matter what comes. The days went by with him getting immersed in his revenge and he got his senses back seeing the tears in Simran's eyes the day she came to know the truth . He realized he was in for a deep shit only then . When he met Sara that day, she enquired about the reason behind his sad face .

How touching. Still shaken, I prepared to leave this suffocating place. But before I could take a step, an enraged bystander emerged out of nowhere and landed a punch squarely on my face. "You vicious woman! The most toxic poison is a woman's heart! You're a snake in human skin—beautiful but rotten to the core. Today, I'm going to be justice itself and rid the world of you!" They kicked my abdomen, again and again, until the world around me spun and blurred.

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?

Using AI-generated photos and videos was actually my idea. I had someone tip Mira off on purpose. I pretended to be nervous and evasive, hoping she would blow things out of proportion. So, when the truth came out, everyone would know I had been framed, and my career wouldn’t be ruined. Second, stirring up her family’s attention made it easier to investigate Mira’s bullying. The reporters eventually exposed everything online. My innocence was finally proven. Many netizens who had once cursed me flooded my account with apologies. Hospitals that had previously rejected me now sent job offers.