Revenge Is A Fool's Game Novels & Stories

The joy in his heart was pounding when he remembered how last night he killed James with his own hands. Alexander felt the protruding part of his armpit, it was a bug that was implanted in his body. With this tool, he can tell everyone the situation he is in, without having to bother using his cellphone. In his heart, he smiled with satisfaction. Imagining how Xavier would lose at the hands of the enemy. ** Sinokmput

she belongs only to me. me: " shut up.. check her.. she is having fever.. I called you to give her treatment not to praise her beauty... " Allen rolled his eyes and treated her... me: " when will she get well?? " Allen: " you said you don't have any feelings then why are you caring her..?? " me: " I asked you something.. for that just say the answer.. " Allen: " uff.. you and your stupid revenge..." murmured under his breath then he said..

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 I would not stand for it. A thin, cold smirk touched my lips. If she thinks she’s a devil, then the only way to get rid of her is to become a much bigger devil myself. Like the saying goes: Fight fire with fire. I knew the only person who had been wronged as much as I had, and who possessed a righteous fury that could match Mia’s naked ambition. The person with the insider knowledge, the family loyalty, and the motive for cold, hard revenge. I raised the scotch to my lips, the decision made. The final piece of the game was set.

Revan barked, attempting to mask the shaking in his voice. The stranger stepped inside, boots echoing against the concrete floor. “Name’s Kael. Business… and revenge… are my specialties.” Revan’s laughter was bitter, hollow. “Revenge? Ha! Everyone’s left me. My business is gone. My wife left me. Even my name… my reputation… is dust. What kind of revenge do you think I can have?” Kael’s smile didn’t waver. “Sometimes, when a man loses everything, that’s when he finally learns to see clearly. You’ve been blinded by arrogance and obsession for too long.”

“Yes.” “You wanted revenge,” Sofia continued smoothly. “You wanted him to suffer for choosing Amelia. This is what real revenge looks like. It’s not tears. It’s not shouting. It’s strategy.” Gabriella swallowed. “And it will work?” “Oh, it will work,” Sofia said calmly. “But once we start, there’s no going back to being the victim. You’ll be the villain in his story.” Gabriella stared at Alejandro’s frozen face one last time.

The man's loyalty extended only as far as his own ambition. A bitter smile touched my lips. He was so utterly, transparently predictable and that predictability was going to be his ruin. My revenge wouldn't just be about taking back my money, it would be about destroying them from the inside out, using their own greed and disloyalty as the tools of their destruction.

I drained my champagne glass. The great hall erupted in applause. Robin, completely melted by my performance, leaned down and whispered possessively in my ear, "Soon, they'll all be calling me Don Gallo." The hunger for the Moretti family's wealth and power was practically boiling over in him now, an ambition he could no longer hide in his eyes. Three days until my revenge. I simply smiled at him, then turned to my brother, Marco. "Brother, I feel a little dizzy," I said, pressing my fingers to my temple and swaying slightly.

She leaned in closer, her voice steady and clear, a mocking smile dancing on her lips, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Elise.” “No, Lauren. You’re the one playing with fire,” I retorted, standing my ground, my pulse surged, fierce as a storm tide, “You underestimate me, and that’s your biggest mistake. You don’t want to know what I’m capable of,” I fired back, steadying the intense drumming of my heart. “You’ll be a fool to think that you have any power,” she hissed, “You think you can win this?” Her eyes zeroed in on me.

Revenge was a complex game, and I was playing it for the ones I loved. I had scores to settle – against the three men who had caused so much pain in my life, Chirkov for his deeds against Anya and my mother, and Maksim for his attempt on her life. It was time to unleash the full force of my determination. Walking back to my room, I paused at the entrance, steeling myself for what lay ahead. Anya was in there. As I entered, I found her peacefully asleep on my bed. An overwhelming warmth filled me at the sight.