Revenge Face Novels & Stories

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."

Lucas grinned and they both laughed it away. Patrick was deep in agonizing and couldn't take what they were doing to him. Out of nowhere, he received a hit from an unknown person, but now he was back for revenge to come to see who the hell did that to him. His face was still itchy and burned up. It was taking too long to heal, no, it wasn't even showing any sign of healing at all. “You have the guts to do this to my face?” He thundered with rage, looking dead at Lucas.

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke in that low, calm voice that always carried weight. “You’re a smart woman. I know you can do this. But you just need to be careful, and know this.” He paused. “Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken

"It's time to face our demons and make them pay for every tear we shed because of them." At that moment, determination burns stronger than ever. The night of the banquet approaches, and I am ready to confront Derya Arslan and the Arslan family, to expose their true nature, and to put an end to the oppression we have suffered for so long. Revenge is about to be fulfilled, and there will be no mercy for those who have hurt us. Justice will be served, and I will be the instrument that will carry it out. Enise approaches me and embraces me tightly, and I reciprocate the gesture, gently stroking her back. I can feel her gratitude and affection in that hug, and her words deeply move me.

I could see the shift in his disturbing expression on his face. “I’ll devour you in every inhuman way imaginable. That’s how I’ll get revenge.” “Bring it on,” I snapped back, narrowing my eyes. “May my bones choke you, filthy bastard.”

Revenge was my driving force, and it fueled every thought and action. As the time came to remove the mask, I eagerly stripped away the hardened layer, exposing my face with a sense of satisfaction. The reflection that stared back at me held no remorse or regret. Instead, it gleamed with a wicked satisfaction, the embodiment of a person consumed by vengeance. With a smirk, I turned away from the mirror, ready to set my plan into motion. Revenge was my only guide now, and I would stop at nothing to see it through. The path ahead might be dark and treacherous, but I relished in the darkness, knowing that it was the only way to fulfill my twisted desires.

Revenge 5 If someone had told me that my life was going to turn out this way , I would have never believed . The thought of it was making me go insane by just thinking about it . I knew that I was doing this just to have my revenge on him , but a part of me felt really happy that I am doing this . Ethan had to be the most handsome man that I had ever seen in my entire life . I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling this way , but I didn’t care , I could feel the way that I wanted after all he was cheating on me first .

My mate turned to me, the ice in his anger melting as he put a hand on my shoulder, my back facing him. "You can’t even save my mother during that pack attack, Marcus, now you want to have a petty revenge on her even after her death?!" I retorted, tilting my head. "You really are a bitter, vengeful, and pathetic excuse of a male." Then I punched him in the face. He fell to the floor, snoring.

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.

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."