Revenge Novels & Stories

Giving him till the end of the day before I go into a full panic mode. It took me a long time to have the strength to get back up and stand on my legs again. But eventually I did. I wiped away all traces of my disgust, anger, heartbreak, and grief, and focused on one thing, and one thing only. Revenge. What do they say about it? Revenge is always sweet, it’s the aftertaste that’s bitter.

If there was one thing in the world that you wish for, what would it be? Fame? Riches? Love? How about revenge? Revenge is something every living soul experience once or more in their lifetime. A goal that is fueled by hate, betrayal, deception. Whatever negative emotion or act inflicted upon said victim. Revenge is a fire that burns brightest, making one blind to reason as they see through to the fallout of their actions. Whether it hurts their target or them in the end, the outcome always leads to consequences.

Revenge. It's a strong word, making hard feelings arise inside a person and make them blind with the need to crumble everything. It's a dangerous feeling but it becomes even more dangerous when the same feeling is felt by Killian Suvillian. Revenge doesn't just remain dangerous, it comes more messy and deadly, with the urge to destroy everything. Killian's eyes turned darker with every passing second, a storm was going on inside him and it would calm down only when he sees Amara in front of him, vulnerable and begging on her knees to spare her.

"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?”

“If you hurt them, I swear to God, I’ll break every damn bone in your body.” Reuben laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. “You think you can scare me, Caden? You think you can intimidate me?” He looked back at Ronan, then at me. “None of you understand. This was never about the damn kids. This was never about anything but me and my revenge. I’m going to make you all pay. Every single one of you.” A chill ran down my spine, but I refused to back down. “You’ll never win, Reuben. Not like this. Not when you’ve already lost everything that mattered. You can’t even see it, can you?”

He remained steadfast in his belief that true justice could be achieved through compassion and integrity. As the fight for justice continued, Alex learned to navigate the delicate balance between personal grief and public responsibility. The shadow of revenge no longer loomed over him as a dark cloud; instead, it had transformed into a guiding light, illuminating the path toward meaningful change. In this journey, he discovered that the most powerful revenge was not in retaliation but in the relentless pursuit of justice that could foster healing, growth, and a better future for all.

They said revenge is a dish best served cold and I fully agree with that statement. Sometimes one needs to wait for the right time to get their revenge. Just as I did with Olivia, making her think that she has won and that everything in her life is going according to plan. Then I would appear and hit her where it hurts the most. She didn’t really know what I was capable of and what I was willing to do to get what I wanted.

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?"

“Revenge.” ‎

I nodded my thanks, or maybe just grunted, lost in the labyrinth of my self-pity, my anger, my all-consuming obsession. She wouldn’t even give me a chance. Not even a goddamn response. After everything I’d done for her, after baring my soul, after crawling back to her on my knees, begging for forgiveness, for another chance. Nothing. The injustice of it, the sheer, brutal unfairness, fueled the fire within me, twisting the grief, the regret, the self-pity, into something darker, something more dangerous. Revenge. The thought, cold and sharp, solidified in my mind, a chilling purpose cutting through the whiskey-induced haze. If I couldn't have her love, her for