Revenge Note 1 Novels & Stories

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

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.

He was quiet for a moment, then spoke in that low, calm voice that always carried weight. “You’re a smart woman. I know you can do this. But you just need to be careful, and know this.” He paused. “Revenge is a delicate game, bunny. Most people rush in screaming and swinging wildly, and they end up destroying themselves in the process. They give their enemies exactly what they want, chaos, emotion, weakness. Don’t be like them. The people who hurt you want to see you break. They want you messy, desperate, crying in front of the world. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Let them think they’ve already won. Let them get comfortable. Smile at them. Make them believe you’re still the same broken

All those savages should feel what it's like to live in agony. Alexander immediately reached out and asked for Andre's profile. He is the type of person who is so careful in making decisions because the consequences will be difficult if not well thought out. He even had to go through a lot of time just to come back with a new and superior performance in order to carry out his revenge. The pain in his heart that hadn't gone away for several years and he kept thinking of ways to get back at them, and of course it all needed to be a struggle and couldn't fail. “Andre... who is he?”

"There is no honor or protection in your actions. You have only sown chaos and destruction in pursuit of your own vengeance." "Fuck you all." Erdem says and then exits as does Habbab. My revenge is not only against Derya, but also against all those who have been involved in this web of lies and betrayal. I will not rest until they have paid for their sins and suffered as much as I have suffered.

High School Revenge By Heartcode Chapter 3 "I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about that new intake" Mrs Morgan aka known as the prophetess said. "What bad feeling? She's just a new intake for the final year class." "She's bad news. I can perceive the aura round her. It's evil. She reeks of misfortune, revenge and pain." "Oh, Mrs Morgan! Are you doing that your prophecy thing again? How many times will we remind you that you are not a prophetess."

With a frown, I took out the paper and opened it. My heart plummeted instantly as I read the note dribbled in a very fancy handwriting. The message was short, and cryptic. I ran my eyes through it again, my hands already shaking. "I'll help you get your revenge. Meet me at the tower tomorrow by 8:00pm. Don't be late."

I couldn’t believe my eyes and muttered in confusion, “How can this be?” “Would you still vouch for your innocence?” demanded Noah, exhibiting disgust on his face before finally pushing me away from him. “But I don’t remember this,” I said in my defence. “I don’t remember seeing that man.” “Revenge is not my only motive in coming to you,” declared Noah, ignoring my words and maintaining that despicable grin. “I am here to remind you that you are powerless in front of me. If you were to think of retaliating against me, it would cost you dearly.”

As the SUV roared away into the night, I opened it. Inside wasn't a diamond. It was a high-tech, micro-fiber earpiece and a single, handwritten note that made my breath hitch: **"Check your father’s heart medicine. The snake is already in the garden. - C."** I looked back at the towering, dark windows of Vane Manor. My revenge hadn't even truly begun, and the stakes had already shifted from money to murder.

I was the illegitimate daughter my family kept hidden from the world. My brother, Ken Lawson, hated the way my almond-shaped eyes looked so much like my mother's. During a family Christmas gathering, I shoved my adopted sister, Anne Lawson, away when she tried to use the cushion my mother had made for me. Ken slapped me across the face. "You’re so young, yet you're already as vicious as your mother. What can you two do besides steal and get into fights? “You little tramp! Keeping you in this family is asking for trouble. “You should be sent away to a convent and learn some discipline before you grow up and start sleeping around, bringing shame to the Lawsons!" I was soon sent to a con