Revenge In Repose Novels & Stories

“You… you know everything?” “I know,” Reid repeats, stepping closer, his words like blades. “And I haven’t done anything yet. Not because I can’t. But because every move I make has to serve a better good. Not an inconclusive revenge, not petty satisfaction. But because I want something bigger, much much bigger, so why go for the small fry?” Rowland’s lips tremble, his breath uneven, but Reid has already turned his back again. He strides toward his car, each step sharp and final, leaving Rowland kneeling in the dirt like a discarded shoe.

Her sobs echoed through the quiet night, a lament for the choices she could never undo. In the midst of her grief, a spark of determination ignited within Carla. The vow for revenge burned brighter, fueled by the conviction that Mara must pay for the suffering she believed had been unjustly thrust upon her. Yet, beneath the layers of resentment, a flicker of self-awareness glimmered—a recognition that revenge might not bring the peace she sought. "I will make her pay," Carla whispered, her voice a solemn oath. "But I must be cunning, patient. I cannot let emotions cloud my judgment."

And plenty of time to regret it. This was the perfect revenge I had prepared for all of them.

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

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.

Matt voiced out. "Shut up Matt! I have not come here for your stories, I know you won't agree that you killed my parents. I know you're very powerful but trust me, I will keep coming for you till I get revenge for my parents death." I replied, moving around Matt and preparing to strike. We were fierce and relentless. Each strike of our claws and parry of our weapons carried the weight of our broken trust. I fought with every ounce of my being, my movements fluid and calculated. I could feel the power of my packmates fighting alongside me,their unwavering support serving as an anchor.

She frowned disapprovingly at the mental image as if the previous Estel were a stranger with whom she had no connection. It was not enough to stop the old Estel from pacing, she realized as she stood up. What she did desire, however, required clarification. Where was she headed with her newfound wisdom and the growing restlessness that fought with her exhaustion? While it was certainly not the most polite of intentions, at the moment, she could only think about finding a way to exact revenge on Michael. Estel's focus was broken when Shayne reminded her she was meant to be sick by knocking on the door. She walked up to the chaise lounge sofa and lay on it before beckoning Shayne inside.

Bruce asked further " I thought you said you were pure!" Shaw stressed " Fine! Am not! Am harbouring a revenge in me!" Jasper spilled out angrily " Revenge!" Bruce muttered "Revenge for what? Why?" Shaw added "My sister was raped and killed by my close friends and I have to avenge her death!" Jasper raised his voice angrily " Urn" Bruce and shaw was shocked as they felt annoyed instantly "That's why your eyes were red!" Shaw added " What do you mean?" Jasper asked curiously

Even if I was covered with hatred and revenge was the only thing in my mind, being a prostitute or entertainer would not even in my choice. I chose to be a waitress in this bar. This bar was called Padi's, and it's one of the high-end bars in the city. Most of the customers here were from the higher part of society. But even being just a waitress, crud men were all around, especially when even waitresses had to wear almost nothing. I had to cope with this shit undercover even if I complained and disagreed. Because whether I liked it or not, this was the easiest way to start my revenge for these people.

Then I got out of the car and set it on fire and ran far from it then watched it explode from afar. "Very soon...I'll come for you, Vladimir. Enjoy your life as much as you can in the meantime." I walked towards the car I left there the previous day, slid into the driver's seat and drove back home with a feeling of satisfaction. I was going to finish my revenge, I was goig to end every single person who was involved in the ruination of my life and I was gonna do it in the worst ways possible. ** The Next Day I stood in front of my Target as he approached me. He just came from Australia and I was posing as his driver.