Revenge Novels & Stories

Well, if she only knew his words earlier on, he has been waiting for this very exact moment. Yes, I, too, have been waiting for this moment since my father died in front of my eyes. So today is about revenge. It is an eye for an eye, blood for blood, and a bullet for a bullet. I am not letting him get out of here alive. This is the path that I choose; this will be my end game. This is my life; this is the only thing that I breathe. It is the only thing that burns a fire through my veins.

He asked. " Because I don't want myself to forget that I spoilt my whole life for a cheap man like you... Who even wants to cheat on his pregnant wife? I want to keep reminding myself that I deserve to be punished like this for betraying my parents' trust and trusting you over them. I hate you, Liam. I would have killed you but that woman in your house seems to be a nice woman. I don't want to hurt her for something that you did. Now please get lost and don't bother to come again. " I said and left.

She then leaned closer, he’d hand brushing Sophia’s arm with calculated tenderness. “Good.” She murmured. “Hold onto that. Hatred will give you strength. But don’t waste it on despair. Let it become something greater–revenge.” The word slipped into Sophia’s war like a serpent and if cooked around her heart. Revenge. Sweet revenge. The idea struck her with the clarity of ice water. “Revenge.” Sophia echoed, her voice steadier this time, almost certain. “He deserves it.”

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actuall

but Michael wasn't paying attention, so he continued. By that point, he had reached the most distressing aspect of his memories, and all he wanted to do was put it behind him. "When I found out about the abortion," he went on with grim quietness, "all I could think of was that you were more like my mother than I'd thought. I told myself I hated you, and when you ran away, I began to plan revenge. A child seemed the perfect way since I was certain you didn't want one, and learning that I'd lost one made me realize how much I wanted to be a father. I thought I could accomplish both goals at once-getting even with you and starting a family at the same time. I did

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

I copied their positions. Revenge was never this fucking glorious.

My plan will unfold mercilessly, and no one will stand in my way. Inside me, I vow to make their lives unbearable. I will use every opportunity, every weakness I find in them, to crush them, to make them regret crossing my path. I won't stop until they have paid for what they did to us. Anger consumes me, but it also gives me strength. Now is the time to act, to reveal the next phase of our plan and carry out the revenge I so deeply desire. Habbab and Melek's life will be a true hell, and I will be responsible for their downfall.

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”