Revenge Or Love Novels & Stories

"I know it's not easy seeing your ex happy with the same person he cheated on you with. I saw your reaction when you saw them together at his office. It must be hard for you." "I'm okay." I scowl at him. "I have moved on! Trust me! I hate him. I hate everything about him. I hate the ground he walks on." He scoffs, chewing on his food. "What's funny?" "If you hate the ground he walks on, why would you choose to work in the same company as him?" "Because my thirst for revenge is stronger than my hatred for him." "A wise man once said," he pauses. "The deeper the hate, the deeper the love."

"No matter what happens, we won't let this tear us apart." Her fingers brush against my cheek, and I touch them with my lips. "I promise," Maria whispers, and I seal our vow with a kiss. "No matter what we do, whether for love, family, or revenge, our choices will always bind us." Revenge. Is it still stronger than love?

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

“I had never even talked to Wick Webster before that night. Why are we even discussing him, anyway? I’m here to talk about what you did.” “I’m serious, Haven.” Gripping my arm hard, he pulled me close and peered deeply into my eyes. “Don’t trust him. The prick hates me with a passion you can’t believe. He would love nothing more than to get the ultimate revenge against me. Like fucking you behind my back.” “Revenge?” I repeated softly as the hairs rose on the back of my neck. Funny how he’d use that word. Then I shook my head. “Revenge for what? What did you do to him that was bad enough to merit his revenge?”

For them, it maybe cute seeing a husband caring for his wife but for Simran it is not , their relation is not like normal husband and wife . Their relation is complicated and the thread which connect both of them is not marriage but 'His Revenge'! Simran broke the hug and pushed Ansif a little from her and took a two meter distance from him, Ansif composed himself realising what he did just now. "Why did you scream when you are fine?" Hearing his question, Simran was reminded of the paper in her hand which her brother placed before running, she quickly hided it behind her bag and looked Ansif thinking of a good reason for screaming like that "A .. cockroach!"

He warned her and took his hand back to himself. He took a brief glance at her face and then walked towards his table. His men with the gun and the bell boy still stood there in the room. Just they stood so quitely, that someone might even make a mistake thinking they are not there. "You snatched away the love," he spoke as he took the envelope in his hands, "You snatched away the feelings, so now I'll make it so that you would never get to experience them. "He said it and looked at her with a smile on his face.

"You know my plan?" "You have done all this just to get Gilbert and Kisa to make up first and then deliver a heavy blow that will send them down hard to hell when they think they have finally achieved happiness." Jensen let out a half-smile. "I know you, after all. How can ordinary revenge quench the hate in your heart? The only way to get the pleasure out of revenge is by creating a stark contrast in expectation, isn't it?" Adrien brought the cigarette to his mouth, took two puffs, and then sneered, "Revenge should be ruthless. Since they love each other so much, I will make them torment each other until they die."

Brushing past him, she stormed out of the room, leaving Julian alone. He stood there, stewing in silent rage, his mind churning with thoughts of revenge. The love they had once claimed to share had long since vanished. For Evelyn, love was about maintaining control and ensuring her position as the rightful owner of the company and never be challenged. For Julian, love had been tied to power—securing shares in the company and gaining status. But now, all he felt for her was hatred. “Sebastian?” Kaira called as she walked into their bedroom, but there was no response.

“And now that fate has thrown you this… unexpected plot twist, are you trying to rewrite the ending between you two? Hoping for a second chance at love?” Ryan didn’t respond at first. He turned toward the window, watching as the city glowed beneath him. His fingers tightened around the stress ball. Then, with a bitter scoff, he said, “No, Seb. I’m not gunning for a second chance at love with Adina.” His voice was calm. Controlled. “I want revenge.” Sebastian arched his brow. “Revenge?” His tone was incredulous. Ryan’s lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Yes. Revenge. And I’m going to get it.”

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.