Revenge Forged In Prison Novels & Stories

Florida's voice had a determined tone as she spoke to her new ally, "I have learned who I really am and I will not let anyone stand in my way of claiming what belongs to me." Manuel, whose eyes reflected a mixture of admiration and concern, met her gaze. "Florida, you have the power and the spirit, but remember, revenge can consume you. We must tread carefully." Florida nodded, her fingers curling into fists as she remembered the pain inflicted on her by the man she had once considered her father. "I will not let revenge define me, Manuel. But justice must prevail. The man who left me aside, who sold me like a pawn, will answer for his mistakes."

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."

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

but Michael wasn't paying attention, so he continued. By that point, he had reached the most distressing aspect of his memories, and all he wanted to do was put it behind him. "When I found out about the abortion," he went on with grim quietness, "all I could think of was that you were more like my mother than I'd thought. I told myself I hated you, and when you ran away, I began to plan revenge. A child seemed the perfect way since I was certain you didn't want one, and learning that I'd lost one made me realize how much I wanted to be a father. I thought I could accomplish both goals at once-getting even with you and starting a family at the same time. I didn't think I'd ever find another

Reagan took it and looked at the photo. "One of your victims? What did she do?" Reagan asked and put the photo on the table where he was working. "That b*tch's man was the one who put me in prison," Jasper said, his eyes darkening and his hand clenched into a fist. "I want revenge," he added. "Alright, I will work on it, but first, let's celebrate your freedom, brother!" Reagan said and raised his bottle, grinning playfully. Jasper let out a small, cold laugh and raised his own bottle.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

Victor shouted in annoyance and even though he tried to counter Gavin's attack, it wasn't going to work that easily. He knew exactly who Gavin was, he was a former soldier who even killed his boss and ended up in prison. Even in prison, he did not stop just like that. He managed to defeat the strongest prisoner and became the leader for all the prisoners. After being released from prison, he even formed a very dangerous criminal group and had to return to prison. Then, who would dare to go against a man like him? "I could have killed you if I wanted! You bastard! You use these hands of yours to harass women!"

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

And as long as I was alive, I could fight back. I wiped the blood off my face with my sleeve. My hands were shaking, but not from fear anymore. Now they were shaking with anger. Pure, hot anger that burned away some of the pain. I made myself a promise right then and there, that I would survive this place. I would get stronger. Smarter. Tougher. And one day, when I got out of here, Sara would learn what real revenge felt like. She thought prison would destroy me? Fine. Let her think that. Let her feel safe and smug in her perfect little life. Because one day, when she least expected it, I would show her just how wrong she was.

While—while they thought the threat—threat was locked away. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. The—the best revenge was always—always served by someone they—they thought was imprisoned. **To be continued** ---