Revenge Note 1 Novels & Stories

He won’t see me coming. Not in thirty days. Not in twenty. Not in ten. Not even when I'm standing right in front of him. Because revenge does not shout. It whispers and waits and then hunts in silence. And just like a slow-burning flame—it consumes everything before anyone notices the smoke. I took my phone again and stared at the reminder one last time. A month. Just one month. One birthday, one promise and one final reckoning. I smiled to myself—calm, steady, deadly.

Anger hit me and I decided to read the note. "To Alpha Willows, You have never met me nor heard of me but your father and mother have. A lovely woman, Diane Willows, is. Gods I remember when she was mine but then your dead beet of a father took her away, stole her from my grasp. I'm laughing as I remember the day I took revenge on him, how his blood socked my hands in crimson. How it tasted of iron and sweet... sweet revenge. I do hope we meet but if not I send you my condolences on having a disabled rodent as a mate. Fair well Nathan, I hope to bathe in your blood as I did your fathers. Until then keep that ear while you remember this name.

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My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Exelle With a devious smile on my face, I settled into the backseat of the car, my eyes fixated on the contents of my black leather notebook. Revenge 101, it was appropriately titled, for within its pages lay all the meticulously crafted plans I had concocted for them. The car whisked me away to the venue of the grand party, the excitement bubbling inside me like that of a mischievous child. Oh, how I had missed the thrill of playing these childish games of revenge during my time on Earth. It was a sensation I had come to relish, and as I indulged in a mental laugh, I reveled in the delicious anticipation of what lay ahead.

He attacked us and raped Aditi and threw us on the roadside to die. ... I like the colour of revenge. It is scarlet red. There is magic in the word revenge and in its colour. Whenever I think of it, I experience energy firing me up. The bright colour is like bliss and it gives me a sense of immense pleasure, you people cannot imagine it. Bhai always said you must avenge wrongs done to you. The fire of revenge must ignite in you and burn bright till the day you have taken the revenge. Revenge must be taken, no matter what it takes, no matter what happens to you and no matter what consequence it brings.’

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.

"How did you know my address?" "The Notebook." Agatha dodged the question. "Where's the notebook? I know there's significant information that the notebook held. " "Follow me." Kathy responded as she walked to her bedroom, while Agatha silently followed her. She quickly grabbed the notebook she'd stashed beneath her bed and handed it to her.Agatha quickly grabbed it and silently read the first journal out loud. As soon as she finished reading the first entry, she closed the notebook and handed it back. "I knew it." Agatha commented under her breath. "He wants to take revenge on our father. I can't blame him though. "

Relief washed over me from her reply. I coerced a smile and found an excuse that I would be returning the record books to their shelves. I might be smiling, showing them that I was fine, but my insides were in deep turmoil as of this moment. Not only that, I was thinking about Lucretius as he was the one who brought me back to my room. I didn't even know how I was supposed to thank him, but thinking about it, it would just remind me of our night rendezvous I wanted to forget. And there was this chrysanthemum flower and a cryptic note that I had to think about that appeared this morning. The word, vengeance, kept echoing in my head since I had thought of it last night, and upon seeing the not

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”