Revenge Forged In Prison Novels & Stories

me: " if you are Hayden LI.. and the great business man.. then why did you joined as my father assistant and married me.. " Hayden: " oh you want answer.. ask your dad.. oh I just forgot to say.. from now onwards you won't go out of here... fine let me tell me.. I just joined your father company.. to take my revenge... " Listening to this, I felt like my world collapsed... ' revenge... what revenge...!!!!'

Cody even tried to grab my hand, but Noah stepped in to block him. “Emily, I know I was wrong. I’ll never listen to my mom again. “Because of my sister, I lost my job. Yet, my mom still wants me to get her out of prison. I’m really starting to hate her! “From now on, I’ll only listen to you. Please forgive me. Just look at me, Emily. Please?” I remembered how, in my last life, I had begged their family in the same pitiful way. Cody’s response back then had been, “You brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

he stared at me passionately, his eyes craving for my reaction but I was just numb trying to process where all this was leading to. "I can still achieve my revenge through you. Rather than killing you, I've got other plans. I'm gonna make you pay for the atrocities of your father and you are gonna take all the afflictions for your pack, from now on, you are my slave." Venom dripped in every syllables of his words but I could care less for now. Only four words reverberated in my head and settled rent free in it; ~you are my slave~

She whispered to her own self. "What?" He asked her loud and clear. "So you are from that mafia gang, Stalza." She screamed on top of her lungs since she was scared. And to her reaction, the men around her pushed their ammunitions further to her throat. "Hehe," his eyes lit up, "That's right princess. I am from that dirty mafia gang everyone is talking about." He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world,

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?

And you will pay. The arrest wasn't the end. It was the humiliation that fueled the monster inside him. His revenge would come from where they least expected it: from the heart of the system that had swallowed him, slow, inexorable, like poison in a vein. He covered his face with a cap as they led him to prison, his hands shackled.

He used his prison connections to call in favors, ensuring that every rumor, every piece of incriminating evidence, found its way into the hands of those who would do the most damage. With each step, Daniel’s rage grew, fueling his desire for revenge. His father’s face haunted his dreams, a reminder of the man who had been torn apart in prison, a man who had sacrificed everything for the family name, only to die a broken, forgotten figure. Daniel would make sure Elara and Damian felt that same helplessness, that same agony.

In their numb eyes, a spark of rebellion began to ignite. I turned around and glanced at the other wardens, who were once so high and mighty. "The cells here haven't housed any new wolves in a long time, have they?" I didn't need to lift another finger. The long-oppressed prisoners surged forward like a tidal wave. The flames of revenge quickly engulfed the entire prison. Screams and cries echoed throughout the frozen lands. I didn't look back. I simply walked calmly out of the hell that had kept me captive for three years.

Inside the dark prison cell, Dominick sat facing the greasy dirty walls. His hands were chained in handcuffs, his face was dark and his hair messy. According to the orders from his foster father, he should be treated by a common criminal. The policemen did exactly that by torturing him for a while before locking him up. Dominick was still furious about the whole situation. He wished that he could leave jail any moment and go find Mr. Castillo and kill him. The man always gets away with everything he does to him but not this time, Dominick was going to get his revenge and he'll surely kill the man for underrating him. Dominick stated to him handcuffed wrists in disappointment. How did he allo

I heard her say as she cleaned the crocodile tears that threatened to stream down her face. Actually, I wasn't good from the scratch. I had to be good so I tried. Desperately. It was the only weapon an abandoned child like me had to survive. I was a child with a heart so desperate to be loved by family and they went ahead to stomp all over it. Why did I have to be the butt of the joke? All this time, what did I work for? Dear Lord, now that all this has happened, I regret my life with all my being. Please have mercy on this pitiful fool and if you give me one more chance, I'll give everything I have and get my revenge. I promise.