Revenge Or Love Novels & Stories

I was weighing my options like a judge weighing a verdict; her gaze rested upon me so heavily it felt like an actual physical force. As I stood there, the battle of desire and revenge ripped through my emotions, while Visha's hands traveled all over my body, her touch invoking spine-tingling memories of a winter's night frigid wind. The touching feeling at her fingertips traced over my skin, leaving behind a dramatic fire-like course as though wild flames went across a surface. "We can do both," she whispered into my ear hotly, and "we can make love and then plan our revenge." Like a match struck across a forest soaked in gasoline, that voice ignited the fuse. "We can do it," she said with a

But now that my revenge plan was ready to be unleashed, something else had happened. Asher… How was I going to keep revenge and love in the same place? I wanted to tear the Reynolds family apart, and Asher was a part of that family. But now? Everything felt impossible. I was going to have to choose one—Revenge? Or… Love? Fuck whatever feelings Asher was making me feel… I wasn’t going to spare his family.

I regretted it right away when his broad shoulders and very toned body shamelessly shouting hotness in front of me. That night I never thought about all the consequences that might happen between us. I was dominated by the desire of being touch by him, by our lust. I forgot that I don't have anything from him. I forgot that I have assurance from him yet I don't want to ruined the life that he have. I forgot that choosing each other is a very bad decision to make for the both of us.

"It was you, wasn't it? You deliberately made them come after me! You told them about my university and revealed where I was hiding, didn't you? You ruined me, and now I'm going to kill you!" He lunged at me with a knife, but before he could reach me, Steve, who was desperate for money to save his son, kicked Yves away. Steve, no longer the kind-looking man he once was, now looked vicious as he shouted, "Get out of the way, Yves! You're useless! If you kill him, how will I get the ransom money?"

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.

Juliet shouted. "So why are you acting like you want me to be so grateful mum since you just wanted for me to be okay!" I yelled. Juliet sighed and walked to me. She held my arms gently and softly said, "darling don't be upset." "I'm not upset just because I wanna be upset. I just want you to take my feelings seriously mum. That diary was so dear to me but it's damaged and you're scolding me and not John." "John is just six. He's just a child."

“And you’d do it again?” “Without hesitation.” “But what I did—it wasn’t protection. It was revenge.” “Yes, it was. And that’s the difference between us.” Mother’s eyes filled with tears. “I taught you that sometimes violence is necessary to protect the people you love, but somehow you learned that violence was acceptable to get the things you wanted.” “I don’t understand the difference.” “Love sacrifices for others. Obsession sacrifices others for itself.” The words cut through me. “I’ve been sacrificing others.”

"Love is soft, Julian. This is rage. This is an obsession. This is revenge." "You want revenge for her leaving you. And the only revenge you can think of is exposing her lie and forcing her back into your truth," Julian said calmly, meeting my frantic eyes. "But if you expose her, Kian, you destroy the only thing she cares about. And that is not hate. That is a desperation born of deep, crippling love." I didn't answer. I couldn't. The denial was my last defense, and Julian had punched right through it. If it was love, then it was a cruel, twisted kind that made me want to crush her just to prove she was mine.

he says, shoulders slumped as he turns to leave. I watch him walk out of the visiting room, and as I press my hand to my chest, I keep crying—for everything that just happened. After all the pain and heartbreak caused by the man who was once the love of my life… Today, I finally feel free. Free from a revenge that was slowly eating away at my soul. Free from the hatred I carried for him all these years.

They were both used as chess pieces by his enemies and he wasn't surprised because he had expected this. Now, he just had to sit back and wait for them to send his last mate to him. He wouldn't mind taking her life also as far as he got his revenge. Jude stared at his monster of a boss and his knees grew weak, but he refused to give in to the urge to collapse. He wanted to uphold the little image he had in his boss's eyes (not that he was sure he even had any image to uphold). Sebastian wasn't concerned about his assistant's expression, as this was not the first time he had seen such a look on his face. He had grown immune to it.