Revenge Novels Novels & Stories

"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 of her."

Her sobs echoed through the room as Rufus continued to berate her, his words sharp and merciless. I leaned back in my chair, my wine glass in hand. I took another slow sip, savoring the flavor. Ah, yes. Revenge. It was like this wine- rich and intoxicating. But unlike wine, it wasn’t best served cold. No. Revenge was best served hot and burning. And tonight, it was still cooking.

“Mona, you can’t trust them. They could be anyone—a rival gang, someone with their own vendetta against the Ruthless Knight or the rival gang your brother was affiliated with. You could end up in a worse position than you’re in now.” Her eyes filled with fresh tears, and she grabbed my hand. “Lyla, please. I don’t have anyone else to turn to. You’ve been looking for him, too. You understand what it’s like.” I swallowed hard. Did I understand? I have been consumed by my own thirst for revenge, desperate to make the people who hurt me pay. Even now, sitting across from Mona, I still don't feel guilty over my decision to opt for revenge not justice.

"The last time we spoke, you said you had a plan." The Violet standing before him was not the same woman he knew five years ago. That Violet was gone. This Violet was calculated and dangerous, like an erupting volcano ready to destroy anyone in her path. She was smart, calm, and relentless—a force to be reckoned with. Her every action was driven by one goal: revenge. "She is the plan," Violet said, pointing at the young woman. "Tell me, what’s your name?" Before the woman could respond, Riele interjected, "Her name is—"

Controlling myself was incredibly torturous, but I climbed off the bed and pulled my pants back up. Confusion crossed her features as she sat up. “What—what—” she stuttered. “Let’s call it revenge,” I smirked, as I turned around and walked out of the room. *** ALMA What was I even thinking when I willingly admitted that I wanted him? Embarrassment washed over me when he coldly stopped and declared it revenge. Rage and the desire to run after him blasted through me as I watched him walk out of the room. Fuck, this man was the bane of my existence. I wanted him just as much as I hated him. I had promised never to allow him to touch me again, but I melted in his arms the moment his grey eyes pi

"That doesn't matter. You carry the Vaughn name. You benefit from what Marcus built with blood and betrayal. The son pays for the father's sins. That's how this works." "That's not justice. That's just more violence." "Call it what you want. The Vaughn empire falls. That's non-negotiable." Elara speaks for the first time. "Revenge only breeds more revenge. It never ends." Lorenzo looks at her with genuine interest. "Spoken like someone who knows. Tell me, Mrs. Vaughn, what do you know about revenge?" Kieran shoots her a warning look. But Elara ignores it. "I know what it's like to want someone to suffer for what they did to you. To plan their destruction for years. To sacrifice everything to

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 said each word with an emphasis that made her face burn. - W-well… – she gasped, closing her hands into fists on the table, to try to control her reactions – What if… What if Liam and Suzan aren't affected? That's what revenge is about, isn't it? - Oh, they will, don't worry. – although her posture as a whole remained unchanged, she could see that dangerous and infuriated gleam in the green eyes – After so many years in this industry, I met many people like them. When they consider someone inferior, they simply cannot bear to see them succeed in any way. Foster and Newton believe they have destroyed it. That whenever you see them you'll feel like you're nothing. But let's show them otherw

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

Revenge was a dish best served cold. Camilla didn’t agree. Revenge was a dish best served in the church with a fake pregnant test result and an astounding slap. To celebrate her successfully executed revenge, she was on a shopping spree today. The clothes she didn’t get the day Vanya interrupted her, she would get them today.