Revenge Is A Fool's Game Novels & Stories

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

“Let me help you.” I turned my head, our faces close enough that I could see the flecks of darker grey in his eyes. “Why?” “Because I want to burn him down just as much as you do.” There was a pause. A charged, volatile pause where the air seemed to spark between us. “Besides,” he added, his voice quieter now, almost amused. “Revenge doesn’t have to be a lonely game. We can make it fun.” “Fun,” I repeated, deadpan.

And that had been the last time they saw each other. PRESENT DAY "I am really sorry about what happened that day Elsa. I was just a silly teenager with a silly crush." Asher apologized. "It's okay, I should never have hit you either. When I took you from your father, I promised you no one would ever hit you again and yet I was the one who did it." "its okay, at least I deserved it. I shouldn't have done that." "Truce?" she stretched out her hand. He took it, "truce" he agreed.

The cold, hard certainty I’d felt just days ago, the absolute conviction in my path of revenge, had evaporated, leaving behind a bitter, acrid taste of failure. I had wanted to destroy Charles Campbell. I had wanted to make Agatha suffer. But in my blind rage, in my obsessive need for vengeance, I had only managed to hurt myself. And worse, I had pushed the two people I despised most in the world closer together. The serpent had struck, yes. But it had bitten its own tail. And the venom was a slow, agonizing poison of my own making. "There are always other moves, Nathan," Manuel said quietly from behind me. "The game is never truly over until the king falls."

I whispered to myself. Amid my worry, I remind myself to observe, to learn every nuance of the game as it plays out. I need to turn this into an advantage, to gather every piece of information that could aid me in the future. This game isn't just about the cards – it's a battlefield of strategy and cunning, one that could determine the trajectory of my quest for revenge.

“So what you’re trying to make me understand is that those assholes killed Liliana, and all you’ve done is block their money and strip them of their company? Gosh, you’re more foolish than I thought!” The voice was silent for a moment, as though stunned by her outburst. Finally, it replied, cold and measured. “Revenge takes time. Their ruin isn’t complete, but it’s in motion. Unlike you, I don’t act on impulse. And there’s more—something I uncovered in the process.” Liliana scoffed. “Impulse? You think denying them some funds counts as a strategy? You’re letting them breathe, letting them plot. They should’ve been eliminated the moment you had the chance! Their blood should be flowing by now

“Just stop. Stop moving my stuff around, stop hovering over me, stop me, and stop pretending like you’re trying to help when we both know you’re not.” His eyebrows went up like he was surprised by my outburst, but I could see satisfaction lurking behind his mask. “I don’t know what game you think you’re playing,” I continued, my voice getting louder because three days of psychological torture had finally pushed me past my breaking point, “but I’m not your toy and I’m not in the mood for whatever twisted revenge fantasy this is supposed to be.” “Revenge?” he repeated, tilting his head slightly like he was genuinely confused. “For what?”

she asked, her voice softer, a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. Luke's eyes lit up, noticing the subtle shift in Ava's tone, and he asked, "Do you need my help?" Ava's chuckle was low and throaty. "No, Luke. I want you to join me in my revenge." Luke's face set in determination, he nodded once, his voice firm. "Finally." The air was electric with tension as Ava's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light, and Luke's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with a newfound intensity. The game was on, and they were in it together, united in their quest for vengeance.

"And so are you if you think your feelings matter in this, because it doesn't. Right now, you're a stupid twenty-three year old who peaked in college and has no prospects for the future. You should be grateful to me for giving you a future you could only dream of!" Brandon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Then he took a step forward. "You told me we were building something. That we would take back what was stolen from us. But this isn’t a strategy. It’s just pure revenge for you. You're not helping me secure my future, you just want to hurt your enemies." I studied him for a long moment. "Revenge is the purest form of strategy," I said finally. "It eliminates doubt and it forces action. And

I know my father's death wasn't an accident, and the people involved are going to pay dearly. They'll regret the day they were born. This won't be a simple revenge—it'll be the most entertaining game in history. Highly satisfying for me, but a fucking nightmare for them. 'We're bringing back medieval punishments, modernized.' It's going to be super fun—too fun, if you ask me. Author: Have you ever felt like someone could read your soul with just one look? What would you do if pain became the driving force behind the perfect revenge? Nefertary isn’t your average girl, and her game is just beginning.