Revenge Romance Books Novels & Stories

"But why? I mean you hate him and all, but he literally rescued you. You should have just kept all that aside and said thank you for the first chance you got." I rubbed over my face. "I don't know why I did that too. It's just that I was angry about what he'd said to me earlier in the day and I wanted to hurt him. It was wrong, I know, but I couldn't help it" "Well, you still have a chance to apologize. You two work together, so you're bound to run into him," she said, then sighed. "I really don't get how you can keep on hating Riven when he is literally the hottest man ever. Do you know how many times I died just being led here by him... It was like I won a fucking lottery." I shook my head

“I guess there was no way my feelings for him wouldn't die, especially being one-sided. In fact, I think they were already dying before I found out about him and Suzan. – Missy continued, as she rested her head on his shoulder – That was just the trigger. With each new criticism, each new complaint, each new demand, each new time he made me feel inferior or irrelevant... A small part of me was realizing that we couldn't be together. But the way he treated me made me feel like I was the problem, so it took me a while to realize how, in fact, he was the one who didn't care about trying to keep us together. So: No, I don't feel anything for him other than anger. - She frowned, irritated - I did

Irene sighed before making an attempting to answer the question, "I am sorry, I have heard such word before, but I don't you can ever live without Loving. Love is a sweet thing. It even matters to you most especially. You haven't turn to wolf, then who knows maybe falling in love, thinking about his nude would make you shift just immediately." " I am not a kids, darling. I know but nothing to think about his heaven smelling body, I am sorry. I want you to go and tell him, if he wanna fuck and ruin My life more. Let him come. I'll open my legs for him to rape me again. Until if he gets better and good for him. I don't care about him again." Ruby replied. Ruby had never spoken this way before,

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

I chuckled and dropped down the floor, grabbing my panties and leggings and then putting them on. “Where do you think you're going? I've not fucked you yet.” he grabbed my waist. My pussy clenched at the thought of his fat dick thrusting into me, but I pushed it away. I had something more important to do. “I'm sorry, Drake, but I have a revenge to plan. That bitch has to go down soon.” I pulled myself off of him and ran to the door, scared he would drag me back. Bianca, you messed with the wrong vixen!

And in this one, she tried to have my tendons cut. For a sister like that, I felt no pity. I wanted her to feel the same slow, suffocating despair I had known. I wanted her to know what it was to be utterly discarded. I turned to leave, but before I took a second step, the two women behind me erupted into a vicious catfight. "Celeste, you homewrecking tramp! If you hadn't thrown yourself at my son, he never would have treated Vivian so badly! She never would have left! You've ruined my family's future! This is all your fault!!"

in my plan to take revenge. Goddess, I was so like my mother, wanting revenge against the wrong person. It was like a vicious cycle. I winced when I remembered how I defended my parents in front of the whole pack. And Caelum….poor Caelum, I almost poisoned him in trying to get revenge. I almost killed my mate for people that do not deserve it. What must have been going through his mind at that time? All these wouldn't have happened if they didn't keep the truth away from you, a small part of me whispered.

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

More like the specific attention of someone recalculating. "She's performing," Lilith said finally. "Performing what?" "Indifference." She tilted her head slightly. "She knows you came back for a reason. She's not going to make it easy. It's a power move, Damien. Women like Ravenna do it when they feel like they lost ground." I looked at her. "She didn't lose ground," I said. "I proposed and she walked out. That's not losing ground." "In her mind it is." Lilith's voice was patient, deliberate. "She said no and then spent two days wondering if she made a mistake. The flowers gave her the answer, you came back, which means she still has leverage. Now she's using it."

The bathroom had expensive products arranged in order. The study room was where I found her. The desk was large and covered in papers that had been there before the accident, exactly as she had left them. Books on the shelves, business and law, but also history, also philosophy. And on the desk, half-hidden under a legal document, a single notebook. I picked it up carefully. It was filled with Vivienne's handwriting. I did not read it all. But I read enough to understand that Vivian Salvatore had been angry.