Revenge Is Like The Sweetest Joy Novels & Stories

He always took initiative but Mayra tried to prevent any emotions as she wasn’t sure of how this may go. ‘Maybe they will accept me now…” Mayra thought. *********** Hello there... Dear lovely readers, Revenge is not always what we think it to be. We might overestimate the power of satisfaction gained by revenge on someone but deep within ourselves, we know our emotions are never healed by them. Any views? Don't forget to share :)

“Here’s your son.” “My son?” Joy spread through my body as I crouched to his level and hugged him tightly. Tears of joy streamed down my face as I stared at the beautiful boy before me. My chest filled with warmth. Finally, I found my boy. I was extremely happy, but my joy was short-lived when the woman suddenly ripped him away from my grip. An evil laughter emanated from her as she stared at me. “Did you think I was really going to leave him with you?” she laughed evilly. “No!”

And he was my world too; he was all I looked up to. Trust me, if your world gets snatched away from you, you'll fight too, because for me, revenge is the only way I'll feel I've done enough for my father, compared to what he has done for me; it’s the only way I can sleep at night, move on, and finally be happy. I want to give him as much as he has given me, and the only thing worth that much is the head of his murderer, on a fucking tray. I might add chili soy sauce to the sides to make it spicy.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

“And he still cheated. You gave him everything. You helped her rise. And how did she repay you? She stabbed you in the back.” Selene’s grip on the sink tightened. There was a pause, then a cruel smile from the figure. “You gave him your heart, and he gave it to your best friend.” The figure leaned closer through the glass, its voice now a whisper laced with rage. “Come on, Selene. Make them pay.”

“Revenge.” ‎

He narrowed his eyes: "Sam, step aside." "I won't." I felt a soreness in my throat, choking out the words: "Kent I want revenge against Leila, and you think I'm disgusting, right? So by your point of view, I should be a saint, not resent her for all the harm she had done to me before, and even be kind to her?" He looked very agitated by my rebuttal, his face becoming even darker: "I didn't say that, Sam, There are countless ways to retaliate; please don't choose the most base one. She just beat you up. You could simply hit her back. Why resort to such despicable means?"

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Everything I need is right here, in this moment, in this home, in this sunrise that promises another day of becoming who I was always meant to be. The best revenge isn't revenge at all. It's living beautifully. And I am. God, I really am.

I would testify against the man who'd once promised me forever. And I would finally discover if victory felt as sweet as revenge was supposed to.