Revenge Is Best Served Cold Novels & Stories

"Is she out of her mind? Insulting a doctor like that?" "Guys, call the cops! This livestream is all the evidence we need. She's a menace to society and deserves the death penalty!" I stood there, at the center of the storm of public outrage, the target of everyone's collective hatred. They wanted nothing more than to see me dead. But I smiled. Soon enough, the tide would shift entirely. Leaning back against the wall, I spoke with an air of quiet authority, my voice cutting through the room. "Lex, your mother wants grandchildren so desperately, and you're the only son carrying the family name. So why, then, have you sworn off having children?"

She would survive this. And one day, she would make him pay for everything he had taken from her. Walking to the window, she stared out at the city lights again. They seemed colder now, less alive. But they reminded her of one truth: she was still here. She had not been defeated yet. And as long as she drew breath, her revenge would remain. This was not the end—it was only the beginning.

I felt my whole body getting numb, and my eyes closing. He clutched my jaw in his hard palm so tightly that it felt like breaking. “Do you know what the coldest revenge is? It's taking away what that person truly loves. Those who have lost something precious, involuntarily learn what the best kind of revenge is. Now Ian Ivanov will understand how it feels to lose our loved ones.” with that saying he let go of my jaw with a jerk. “Who are you?” I asked him but he just ignored me.

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~

He said each word with an emphasis that made her face burn. - W-well… – she gasped, closing her hands into fists on the table, to try to control her reactions – What if… What if Liam and Suzan aren't affected? That's what revenge is about, isn't it? - Oh, they will, don't worry. – although her posture as a whole remained unchanged, she could see that dangerous and infuriated gleam in the green eyes – After so many years in this industry, I met many people like them. When they consider someone inferior, they simply cannot bear to see them succeed in any way. Foster and Newton believe they have destroyed it. That whenever you see them you'll feel like you're nothing. But let's show them otherw

I wanted nothing to do at this moment but to cut that person into a million pieces! The resentment in my heart grew colder and colder as I let out a murderous aura. Suddenly, a warm touch on my hand snapped me back to my senses. "Ari, what's wrong? Do you know that hateful person?" Light asked with a deep frown. "Yes. He took something from me, and I will eventually take my revenge." I whispered coldly, my voice laced with hatred. "Then, shall we take action now?" "No. Not yet. Revenge is a dish best served cold. I'll give him more time for now to cherish his remaining life. Soon, I will take his head with my own hands." I said as I clenched my fist tightly and my heart was full of hatred.

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

“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?”

the night before. Yet Aurora did not fire her. Did not reprimand her. Did not punish her in any way. Because to Aurora… Mistakes were not meant to be punished. They were meant to be used. “Bring them,” Aurora said softly. One of the nannies nodded, carefully carrying Aurora’s baby. The other… carried Lily’s baby. Aurora glanced briefly at the infant. Her expression remained cold. But her eyes… shifted slightly. There was no hatred there. Because Aurora would never use a baby as a tool for revenge.

While—while they thought the threat—threat was locked away. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. The—the best revenge was always—always served by someone they—they thought was imprisoned. **To be continued** ---