Revenge In Repose Novels & Stories

Renee muttered in a low voice. There was a sense of gratitude Renee felt when she was still given a chance to live. That's because Renee still wants to carry out her revenge. Renee will not be willing to die just like that before she avenges her revenge that has been hidden for so long from Robin and his family. The resentment was so firmly embedded in Renee's heart that it could not just disappear. A vengeance filled with great hatred Renee felt so strongly in her heart that she had to rise and avenge it perfectly.

I froze, holding my breath as he leaned back into his chair. “Do you want revenge?” he asked, his voice now sounding more serious. “Very much so,” I replied firmly. “The best revenge isn’t by berating them in public or crying at their feet. The best revenge is by standing so much higher that they can no longer touch the hem of your dress.” Rex set down his cutlery, then interlaced his fingers on the table. The sound of the waves behind us seemed to vanish, replaced by the tension that suddenly filled the air between us.

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

“Victor isn’t helping Dante out of loyalty.” The old man’s gaze fell on Mr. Blackwood’s old photograph sitting in the corner of the desk. “He wants revenge on the Blackwood family through Dante.” And that was far more dangerous than merely a desperate man who had lost his ex-wife. Because now— someone was deliberately pushing Dante deeper into destruction. Peter immediately grabbed his phone and called Darius. The call connected a few seconds later. “I found the person helping Dante,” Peter said without preamble. Darius’s expression immediately sharpened. “Who?”

And not when I discovered something else. This wasn't all about grief. This was about rage. Rebel wasn't just broken. She was sharpening herself into an instrument of revenge. And someone would pay.

She speaks up. “I punished Noemi for what she did but to be honest, I did not feel the satisfaction from that. I did not want to transfer the anger to Killian because I am not yet sure of what I really want to do about my satisfaction.” “Is it lustful or vengeful?” “What?” “About your satisfaction, Jared. Is it lustful or vengeful?” “I don’t know what it is. I am growing the urge to kill or harm someone, it’s been ringing inside me ever since you left for the base and even till now, it is still inside me. I can feel it roaming about, I think that it is vengeful.”

She felt anger, disappointment, and, in a way, a strange sense of relief—as if all her thoughts were revolving around one question that she couldn't ignore. Would this revenge give her the peace she had been searching for? The image of her husband smiling with her, reminding her of the love that once was, now clashed with the burning desire to see the one who had taken everything from her suffer. Would destroying this person free her heart from those dark shadows? After all this, she kept wondering if the pain would subside or if there would be new guilt, trapped in an endless loop between justice and revenge. "You're not sure yet," Zayden said. "Consider first; if you get the answer, I will

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

After wiping a hand over his mouth, he added, “I’m not your revenge plan, Haven. Don’t ever use me like that again.” I nodded immediately and choked out in a raspy voice, “Okay. I’m sorry. I—” He held up a hand, looking regretful. “You don’t have to apologize. I get where you’re coming from. In fact, if I thought your plan would do for you what you actually want it to, I’d be all in. I’d risk strife with my football team and anything Nicholl had to dish out to me afterward. I don’t like him. And I would applaud anyone who could finally put him in his place, but that fucker doesn’t play fair. He will go to any length and cross any line, lines you wouldn’t even dare to consider. He’s not afrai