Revenge Novels Novels & Stories

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.

People who were silent without knowing what happened in the past were hurt, just because of vengeance. Nothing will change if people continue reciprocating violence to the violence one had caused them. It will just start another chaos, another crime, another sin. Revi clenched her fists and glared at me. "This is not revenge, I call it returning the favor.” Returning the favor, huh? What kind of useless excuse was that?

Velena couldn't blame Alexander for the hurt in her after what happened to her parents a dozen years ago, but Velena also didn't condone the way Alexander had hurt so many people even those who had done nothing wrong to him and Kimbeerly. Velena would never have known if Alexander hadn't suddenly returned home five years ago when she had only been home for a few days. Because when Velena asked Alexander to return home the man would say he couldn't because he was busy with his work and Velena thought that all that time Alexander was really working like what the man said, but beyond Velena's expectations Alexander took revenge on the family of the person who had killed his parents.

And on this storm, there were two tragedy-weary and blood-sister women scheming against their vengeance. No daughters anymore. No victims anymore. Revenge of the man who first loved them.

My fingers rested against my temples, and I stared out the window, watching the light fade and no longer reflect the powder of snow. I had the knife at her throat and I had the blade right against her skin. I could feel her frantic pulse as her heart pumped adrenaline in her veins. I got off on her vulnerability, on her submission. She knew her life was about to end, and there was nothing she could do about it. My revenge was finally in my hands but then her little speech turned me cold. She took all the power away and she didn’t even realize it. She viewed her death as a sacrifice, a way to satisfy my need for revenge and to spare her family at the same time like a martyr, she wanted her de

It’s the first real smell in the entire place. And books. Hundreds of them. Not decorator books arranged by color. Real books. Worn spines. Dog-eared pages. I run my fingers along the shelves. Financial theory. Biographies of Carnegie and Rockefeller. Philosophy. History. And fiction. I pull out a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. The spine creaks. Pages are yellowed, soft as cloth. I flip through and stop at the margin notes inked in neat, sharp handwriting. "Revenge consumes the avenger," written next to a passage about Edmond Dantès.

I asked inside my mind. I stretched my mimic muscles forming a dumb smile, trying to find the words to describe my novel, that wouldn't give him any stupid ideas… But, I instantly got tired of making it all too complicated. “It's about revenge. My main character lost his loved one and he kills everyone who was the part of the plot,” I stated, letting it all go. After all, there were a lot of stories like that before. Acting suspicious about the subject of my novel could only make my situation worse.

I wished there was something I could do. I really wanted my family back,I wanted to feel the peace but I was loosing everything and trying to keep them together was not working. Every sin has consequences and mine were running fast, towards me. That night I stayed up late thinking,I had put myself in a sticky situation.I remembered how happy my life was before,before I chose revenge.I remembered how Vee showed me true love too,but I shook that off.I could not just assume the way he ignored me back then. He chose my friend over me, knowing very well I loved him more than Mila could ever love him.He still chose her just because I was not pretty enough for him.Just because he was one of the pop

Trees lined the roads, and the distant hills spread like a sleeping city. Niya looked back and saw Reena in the mirror. “So… what were you reading last night that made you so late?” Reena took a long breath and said, “Ugh, don’t even ask. That story’s villain is so stupid!” Niya laughed and asked, “Villain? So what kind of book were you reading?” Reena closed her eyes and said, “Man, the hero clearly says no, so why does the girl keep chasing him?

This was still my office and I wanted it to myself. The other two people left without a word. I was assuming they were running to the boss to find out if I could kick them out. I simply didn’t care. I had nothing to hide but didn’t feel I had to share my space with a bunch of strangers. ********* Finn sat back down at his desk after Lilith departed. He was angry with her but far angrier with himself. He couldn’t believe he’d let her get to him. The whole point of his revenge was to affect her, not the opposite way around.