Revenge Is A Fool's Game Novels & Stories

Seven words that stripped away every illusion he’d been holding onto. The breath fled from his lungs as the meaning fully registered—sharp and merciless, like a blade to the gut. He had known Reyes was ruthless, vindictive. But this? This was something far worse. This wasn’t a move born of strategy. It was a message carved from malice..It wasn’t just about poison or politics, it was a game. A sick, twisted game where the rules were made to corner them, where every possible choice ended in loss.

"Everything would've panned out right, Bel. It worked in my favour. I didn't want you to be around when I met Adrian." "That's the thing. I'm not meant to be a tool in your plan. It should be 'our' plan. You didn't even tell me Diavolo was there." "He was. Far across the hall, amongst the VIPs." Inhaling deeply, I pushed back my anger, a hollow feeling that I was now familiar with, taking over me. Being tossed around in this revenge game was becoming exhausting yet I had no choice. There was no use hashing it out. "Okay. Let's forget about what you did." I dismissed, turning to address the newest information.

Fool was more focused on destroying the person behind the short couch totally forgot there were two of them until a movement caught his side-eye and he turned in that direction to see a gun flying in that direction. Not prepared for the attack he was slow to move out of its way and his clumsy effort to get out of the way offset his balance making him stumble a little and before he could right himself a foot connected to his chest sending him down to the floor and his guns flying off his hand. Cat didn't give him a chance to recover but went after him with her foot, but this time Fool was ready. He caught her flying foot with his hands, twisted it around, and flung her off to a distance.

She made a very lame statement and he took his hand down. A small smirk took the way of the indifferent expression he had on his face until that point. Alissa felt like a burden was lifted from her shoulders as she saw his smile, but before she could greet him first, he said - "You are as shameless as you were when you fled eight years ago Ms. Evans." He made a statement and stood up from his seat. A small relief that had appeared on her face after seeing him, disappeared with a fraction of second. "What do you mean?" She asked pretending to be bold and strong.

“You need a revenge rebound to make that asshole suffer. That’s what you need.” “Yes,” Teagan hollered, lifting her shot glass full of orange juice and then belting back a swallow. “Preach it, sister. You need to hit him right in the pride, HayHay. Make him bleed jealousy.” “Yeah,” Lucy cheered. “We should totally find you someone sexy to shove in his face and say, ha, look at me now, bitch. Someone amazing, and sexy, and witty, and sexy, and…” Across the table from me, Lucy frowned in confusion. “Have I said sexy yet?”

I had to be smarter, stronger, and more resourceful than ever before. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to drift off, thinking about each of the people who had hurt me. Diana, with her hurtful tongue and cruel games. Mr. Hunter, who turned a blind eye to the torment we went through. Tommy and Jake, Dylan’s lackeys who followed his orders without question. And Dylan himself, the ringmaster of my misery. They were all going to pay, and I would make sure to achieve my revenge at any cost.

he stared at me passionately, his eyes craving for my reaction but I was just numb trying to process where all this was leading to. "I can still achieve my revenge through you. Rather than killing you, I've got other plans. I'm gonna make you pay for the atrocities of your father and you are gonna take all the afflictions for your pack, from now on, you are my slave." Venom dripped in every syllables of his words but I could care less for now. Only four words reverberated in my head and settled rent free in it; ~you are my slave~

"SEE! His new company just went public. He collapsed ROB and took over the projects that belonged to YOU! You know how hard your father worked for those projects! Just look at him, all smug and cocky while you lie here in this hospital, wishing to die! MARCIA, I'M ASHAMED OF YOU! If you seek revenge, I will help you with everything I have, but if you want to just waste away in this hospital, I won't come back after today! NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU BUT YOURSELF!" Finally, a tear slipped from the corner of Marcia's eye as she watched the impeccably dressed man on the screen, filled with hatred. She grabbed Calvin's hand tightly, her voice sharp. "I WANT REVENGE! I WANT REVENGE! Calvin, please help m

ᯓ★ Ginger rushed to the villain’s lair, breathing heavily because she was in a hurry and didn’t want to be late. If she wanted to stay longer in her enemies’ workplace and be successful with the execution of her revenge plan, then she would need to follow one of the codes of conduct, which was punctual. “Wait, hold the elevator!” Yelled, Ginger at the person who was about to enter the elevator while she was running. She was so busy catching her breath, she didn’t notice it was Charlie. Ginger just realized it when Charlie spoke.

I stated in a silent voice, afraid of his response. He chuckled. “Revenge doesn't have to be on him directly. He started the game, he built the game but I set the rules and I am the rules myself.”. "But it's only $2600, why can't you still get over it? Just why?". "I am not doing it because of $2,600. I am only doing this because you are the only option I have left. I am not interested in you, nor am I interested in revenge. But rather than paying a wife to do something important for me, I'm looking into you. You are mine now.”.