Revenge Novels Romance Novels & Stories

PRESENT DAY [I snapped back to reality, my heart heavy but my mind made up] The memory left a bitter taste in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around myself, hating how raw I felt. Hating that Cassian knew the moment to swoop in. Hating how cold he's treating me compared to the warmth he gave that night. Hating that even now, months later, he could still rattle me. I still didn’t know why he left that night. And now, out of nowhere, he wanted me to marry him, on paper, at least. Be his shield and weapon. His partner in a war I didn’t fully understand. But if he thought I was still that broken girl, he was wrong. Cassian Wolfe may have saved me once. But this time, I’d save myself, and drag the tr

Bruce asked further " I thought you said you were pure!" Shaw stressed " Fine! Am not! Am harbouring a revenge in me!" Jasper spilled out angrily " Revenge!" Bruce muttered "Revenge for what? Why?" Shaw added "My sister was raped and killed by my close friends and I have to avenge her death!" Jasper raised his voice angrily " Urn" Bruce and shaw was shocked as they felt annoyed instantly "That's why your eyes were red!" Shaw added " What do you mean?" Jasper asked curiously

‘Trust me, if it takes that long to read a person, no one would want to do it. “Are you okay?” I looked back into Tessa’s eyes, so glad I got to meet her. Now I’m one step closer to catching my mother’s killer. ‘I think I found out who murdered my mother...’ I said to Antonio. ‘I know, did you forget you’re an open book now? Hold her hand with the both of yours and finish that vision.’ I mentally nodded and placed my other hand on Tessa’s. The vision continued. “Renee? Who is she? Why would she murder your wife?” Catherine’s hand was at her throat as she swallowed hard. Frank didn’t answer right away.

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.

The kill shot. “This goes to the DA today,” Sophie said. Alexander studied her face. “You’re not even breathing heavily.” “I haven’t had time to breathe in years,” she said quietly. They sat in silence for a moment. Then Alexander added, “I’ve seen people take revenge. But I’ve never seen someone turn pain into purpose this fast.” Sophie looked at him. “This isn’t about revenge anymore.” “Then what is it?” “It’s about never being powerless again.” Camellia couldn’t sleep.

Damien was by the bar, pouring himself a drink, looking as unbothered as ever when she entered. Isla stopped a few feet away, arms folded, watching him. The constant nonchalance with which he carried himself only made the lines on her face grow. She hesitated for a second. Then, with her voice low but firm, she finally asked, "What do you want from this, Damien?" Of course, without looking up, he heard the question but continued his sip, and then after some time, he shrugged. "Revenge. Isn’t that why we’re here?" He asked with false curiosity.

"I know who he is." "Yeah, but does he know who you are?" Vito said, pushing off from the wall to take a step closer. He picked up my leather gloves from the edge of the bed and handed them to me. "You're not going there to play Doctor, even if that's what your ID says. You're going there to get close. And close is dangerous." "Close is how I kill, Vito. You know that." My brother's jaw tightened. He hated when I talked like that. Like death was an item on my checklist, like revenge didn't scare me . But that was the truth,it didn't. Aside the people I care about, It was the only constant in my life.

Her screams echoed through the manor as she was dragged out, her carefully constructed world crumbling around her. THE RETURN TO VALERIA When Daphne returned to her family's estate, her anger was the tempest that no one dared to face. She was uncontrollable now. Servants knew what had happened. Gossip spreads fast, and they avoid her at all costs, and those who can't are met with her wrath. "Who replaced the roses in the garden?" she demanded one afternoon, her voice like a whip. The gardener, a frail man in his sixties, bowed low. "I-I thought the lilies would be a better fit for the season, my lady-"

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

He lifts her up and they sway to the music, her head resting on his shoulder. Selene's eyes sting with tears. How did they get here? How did two people who started with so much hatred end up with so much love? She remembers the first time she saw Damien. At that charity gala where he looked at her like she was the enemy. Where he decided she would pay for crimes she didn't commit. Where he set in motion a plan that would destroy them both and somehow end up saving them. It began with revenge. Pure, cold, calculated revenge. He married her to hurt her. To control her. To make her suffer every single day for what he believed she'd done to his company.