Revenge Novels & Stories

I remember the time, this room was ambushed as a payback cuz I shaved off some dickhead's head as revenge for cheating on my friend and later I broke his arm for another revenge. I always believe in paybacks and revenge cuz the satisfaction is so unreal. The feeling of beating someone who did you wrong and hear all those cracks is extremely satisfactory. I have also wanted to kill someone like I don't know but how cool would that be? If not kill, I at least want to shoot someone so that I don't die with any regrets. Not that I would kill someone innocent- pfft are you crazy? I would kill someone w

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

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.

“What exactly do you want, Isabella?” The answer came so easily to me. So clearly. The fire and rage inside me burned hotter than ever. I lifted my chin, my tears still wet on my face. I knew what I wanted. Exactly what I wanted. “Revenge.” The word broke through the silence like glass. The corner of Malakai's lips lifted ever so slightly, almost like he expected it. “Revenge is what I want

The strike would be ordered soon and the mission would commence soon, I need everyone to be in place when that happens and I need to be on the fire line leading just to get ku revenge but with these people before me. My dreams of revenge are far fetched from the truth. "It would be fine, hang In just a little line and you would get your revenge, remember revenge is the best when served cold '' he whispers into my ears before walking right out the door. I sigh, rubbing my hands against my temples as I crease my eyebrows trying to control my anger and

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It's funny how my life has turned upside down, not like it was ever better, but I'll endure all the pain in this world if it means I get to have my revenge. This is were my revenge starts. Vicenzo De Luca, you won't know what hit you I promise. I'll pay you back tenfold for everything you put me and my mother through.

His jaw tightened, and a muscle twitched in his cheek. He stared at the photo, his eyes searing, ready to explode any second. The easy-going demeanour he'd displayed earlier vanished, replaced by a hardened resolve. How could Matthew have done this? He had dreamt about this day every day for the past five years. The day he'd take revenge on the man who took his entire family away from him. He couldn't wait... he was going to— "I'm not handing him over." Adonis burst his bubble, his voice hard.

Her words filled me with encouragement but there was a question that was nagging me "Isn't it wrong to have a feeling of revenge??" She shook her head, caressing my cheek tenderly, it’s felt so motherly. “Taking revenge and taking justice for yourself are two different things, I told you to take justice for yourself and not revenge because the fire of revenge is blind, it does not understand the difference between right and wrong but justice did.” She got up and moved away little.

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.

"I don't know. Money, property, connections, whatever you need." Vincent looked at me like I was a naive child. "Marcus, revenge isn't about getting something. It's about taking something away. I don't want Nichole to give me anything. I want her to lose everything." "Her father is already dead. Isn't that enough?" "Her father dying of natural causes after living a full, successful life is not revenge. Revenge is watching his daughter suffer the way my daughter suffered. Revenge is making sure Nichole Valmont dies knowing that everyone she cares about died because o