Revenge In Romeo And Juliet Novels & Stories

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."

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

Liam whispered to him. I couldn't believe the scene in front of me, the lingering smile on Juliet's face has long been wiped off and replaced with bitterness. I mentally smiled, the way that she thought no one would have my back. Why is she still after me even after everything she stole from me? The hatred she had towards me is deep and thick for her to still despise me even after my transformation. She always craves what I have, yes! Ryan is mine and mine alone. Though I don't want to get tangled with him, I think I have to use him since using him will mean getting a reaction out of Juliet and having my revenge carried out quite well.

He said, massaging a point of the back of my hand. “I told you to rest, you're freshly wounded! But what you, stubborn queen, will listen to my words! Don't come to me when your body gives up its energy to hold back.” He warned me, but still massaged my hand. “Romeo…will I ever succeed in my goal? Why does it look far and so far away every time I try to close the distance?” I muttered my thoughts, unable to contain them inside me anymore. “Yes! Yeah, you will succeed in your goal, in your revenge for your love, your everything that you lost. You will take your revenge, that's my word.” Romeo said, proudly puffing his chest and a proud smile.

His voice cut through her spiraling confession. "This isn’t about the past. What do you want to do now?" Her hands trembled again, this time from the sheer force of her resolve. "I want revenge, Dad. On Julian and Vanessa. But I don’t even know where to start. I don’t want to look desperate or weak. I want them to pay. To see me rise above them." A small, approving smile played on her Dad's lips. "Good. But revenge isn’t about losing yourself in anger. It’s about playing smart. If you’re ready to learn, I can guide you. But you have to promise me one thing—this revenge isn’t about becoming like them. It’s about finding yourself again."

"Is there a point to this?" "The point is I've spent eight years choosing anger over everything else, and it made me miserable. Made everyone around me miserable too." She picked at a loose thread on her jeans. "So I'm here to tell you that revenge feels satisfying for about five minutes. Then you're left with the consequences of your choices and nobody to blame but yourself." "This is different. Mercutio almost died." "And he's going to live. That's what matters. The fact that he'll recover, not the satisfaction you'd get from making Tybalt pay."

It was only recently that he started living life again. “Exactly. Revenge is a fleeting feeling. Finally, avenging someone you love should feel satisfying, and it should give you peace, but it doesn’t. It leaves you hollow and lost. When you’ve only thought of revenge your whole life, you don’t know anything but bitterness and hate. You might fall apart without it.” Lily spoke like she knew the feeling personally. Her words made a lot of sense and made me see Nero’s statements from another perspective. “How do you know all this?” I asked her.

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

"You need to be careful, I don't think it will be easy to mess up with him." "I know. I need to play with his pride first.." "I know that you're trying your best for this revenge but please don't get hurt in the process. I rather have you just kill them right away instead of playing with their emotions." "It won't be fair, Wilson. For years, Rector Reyes tortured my parents. I won't let him die easily, he needs to experience the pain first then I will kill him with my own hands." I said in a cold tone. "How about Alan? He doesn't know a thing about this, so why attacking him?"

The room was dim, the air heavy with the weight of my emotions, but I felt something shift inside me. A reckoning was coming. No more hesitation. No more waiting. I had let them live long enough. This time, there would be no mercy. No forgiveness. Only revenge. I would make Julian bleed. I would make Lily suffer And Monica? She would wish she had never stood against me. They thought they could move on. They thought they could be happy. But I would make sure their happiness was short-lived. Because the only thing more powerful than love—was vengeance.