Revenge Face Novels & Stories

A fiance who'd betrayed me and slept with another woman in front of my face. Now, they were nothing. I didn't wait for them to answer. My voice was devoid of emotion when I said, "I've brought you here tonight for one reason, which is to witness my revenge with your own eyes. "You ruined me, and I shall return it tenfold. From this day onward, neither the Moore nor the Smyth families will ever rise again. We're even now. "This is the karma you deserve." Their faces went ashen as their eyes locked on me, yet somehow staring straight through at their own reflections.

His jaw tightened, and a muscle twitched in his cheek. He stared at the photo, his eyes searing, ready to explode any second. The easy-going demeanour he'd displayed earlier vanished, replaced by a hardened resolve. How could Matthew have done this? He had dreamt about this day every day for the past five years. The day he'd take revenge on the man who took his entire family away from him. He couldn't wait... he was going to— "I'm not handing him over." Adonis burst his bubble, his voice hard.

Then she stood in front of the small mirror, staring at her reflection. Her eyes were swollen from crying. Her lip had a cut. Her face showed pain... but also a fire that had just started to burn. "I'll rise again," Amanda said firmly. "I'll take back what was mine. And I'll make them pay." Outside, the night had fully fallen. But inside that small, quiet house, Amanda's heart burned with one thing- Revenge. Amanda stood in front of the cracked mirror, her chest rising and falling with fury. Her knuckles turned white from clenching her fists so tightly.

The same love I kept on denying and calling it friendship and pushed him away? Theo looked at him with patient eyes, waiting for me to speak up.. When I didn't, he just held me tighter.. I sighed feeling his warmth.. We'll see what happens next.. But I can't lie to him and hurt him anymore.. "I am reborned.. I know it sounds crazy but it's true.. " I felt him stop breathing for a moment before kissed the back of my head for me to continue.. "I already lived my life and saw my tragic end.. And also saw the people who caused it.. I was too naive to not see through their intentions.. But this time, I won't be this naive.. I'll take revenge from them.. I'll make them pay heavily.. "

“You need a revenge rebound to make that asshole suffer. That’s what you need.” “Yes,” Teagan hollered, lifting her shot glass full of orange juice and then belting back a swallow. “Preach it, sister. You need to hit him right in the pride, HayHay. Make him bleed jealousy.” “Yeah,” Lucy cheered. “We should totally find you someone sexy to shove in his face and say, ha, look at me now, bitch. Someone amazing, and sexy, and witty, and sexy, and…” Across the table from me, Lucy frowned in confusion. “Have I said sexy yet?”

"What’s that?" He stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Revenge." She reached up, brushing her fingers on the scar on his face. "Guess that makes two of us."

The face of the leader was distorted by a grimace of anger and pain. - You're too self-confident wolf. I wanted to kill you later, when the whole pack has gathered, but now I see no reason to wait. - there was an angry roar, as much glass in the windows rattled. “We will kill you, we will avenge your parents for the death of the one who gave birth to us. The death of their child is the best revenge. His own words gave him genuine pleasure. The facial expression changed. His eyes darkened, something sinister appeared in them. My death will most likely not be easy.

"Too bad your father isn't alive to watch his precious daughter fall. But I'll settle for knowing he's rolling in his grave." I spit at him. Right in his face. Vanessa kicked me in the ribs, but I didn't care. I was done being scared. "You're pathetic," I said. "A grown man who spent fifteen years planning revenge on a dead person's family. Your daughter would be ashamed of you." Vincent's face changed. The calm mask slipped for just a second, and I saw the rage underneath. The real Vincent Reeves. The broken man who'd let his pain turn him into a monster.

Damien tilted his head, studying me like he wasn’t surprised. “I think revenge only works if you’re stronger than your pain,” he said. “If you’re clear-headed. Cold. Focused. Otherwise, it’ll eat you alive from the inside out.” I nodded slowly, his words sinking into me like water soaking a parched sponge. “So it has to be strategic,” I murmured. He didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes was answer enough. After a long pause, I looked up again. “The facial reconstruction surgery,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

I had fallen right at his feet, my body giving out completely. And he had looked down at me with cold disgust and said: "Aria, can you stop using these methods to get my attention?" "Slap!" The sound echoed through his study as he delivered a vicious blow to his own face. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but he barely felt it. The physical pain was nothing compared to the agony in his chest. It hadn't been a performance. It hadn't been manipulation or attention-seeking. It had been my final, desperate cry for help.