Revenge Romance Novels & Stories

“Can't you see their kindness? I know you're disappointed but just a little bit I need your mercy for my parents as well as me. I don't care what the reason is, I will protect what I can protect. If doing so can hurt you or even hurt me.” Alexander chuckled. He looked at Kimbeerly who continued to cry while he smiled victoriously. Kimbeerly is the stupidest woman. Alexander admits that Kimbeerly is good and honest, but Alexander will not stop the plan he has been planning for a long time. This revenge must end with her winning, not Jeremy winning again. Life must be repaid with life and blood must also be repaid with blood. There is no mercy in this plan nor will there be a chance to make am

The kill shot. “This goes to the DA today,” Sophie said. Alexander studied her face. “You’re not even breathing heavily.” “I haven’t had time to breathe in years,” she said quietly. They sat in silence for a moment. Then Alexander added, “I’ve seen people take revenge. But I’ve never seen someone turn pain into purpose this fast.” Sophie looked at him. “This isn’t about revenge anymore.” “Then what is it?” “It’s about never being powerless again.” Camellia couldn’t sleep.

He had overheard his parents speaking in hushed tones after Sebastian arrest about it, shocking him as well. Kaira laughed bitterly, realization dawning on her, “It was only about getting back at me wasn’t it?” She asked with venom. “This marriage was all about getting revenge on my family. You never loved me, it was all about the revenge for you.” She yelled angrily, pulling on his shirt but he didn’t react and just let her do as she wanted. “Kaira, please—“ Older Mr Ashford began, walking closer to her but she cut him off.

“Tell me what do you want?” I took a deep, shaky breath answering honestly. “I want revenge,” I said, my voice growing stronger. “I want my father to pay for what he did to me I want to ruin him, just like he tried to ruin me, I want revenge on your nephew for hurting me, I want revenge on my best friend for betraying me… I want revenge on everyone that had ever belittled me and treated me as though I was trash..” I looked straight into his eyes. “ I could never, ever go back to a man like Angelo, not after what he did to me, I want it to be my mission to make him wish hell than living a second in this world”

‘Saves you right, dickface,’ she said internally. “I don’t appreciate you looking at another man just after kissing me.” A deep voice reached Ava’s ears, and she whipped her head around to glance at Kylan, a shiver shooting down her spine. She didn’t expect his voice to be so deep, it almost made her wet her panties. Her face flushed, her heart racing at the intensity of Kylan’s gaze. She wanted to run away, however, she remembered what she had talked about with Nicole. If she could seduce Kylan, that would be the best revenge ever.

I opened my eyes again, letting my lashes brush against his. “Love and revenge are made of the same substance,” I whispered. “Both demand totality.” A storm flickered behind his gaze—like thunder without lightning. He took my hand and placed it over his chest. Beneath the fabric, his heartbeat thudded fast—faster than the first jazz song earlier. “Prove it,” he breathed. I glanced at the window, then leaned in, answering him with a kiss on the corner of his lips—soft, brief, enough to tempt, enough to linger. For a fleeting second, its heat stayed on my skin, even after I pulled away.

"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

My pulse was steady—too steady for a man who’d just set a trap. But something else stirred. Something darker. Hungrier. Something I couldn't explain yet. Zara Langford wasn’t just a pawn. She is a perfect bait to use in perfecting my revenge You just wait for me Victor, I'm coming hard for you. Zara Langford I made it to the elevator before my knees threatened to give out. Holy mother of hell.

And I'm alone in my office, heart hammering, hands shaking, whiskey burning in my throat. I did it. He agreed. Tomorrow night, Damien Cross is mine. For twenty-one nights, I own him. I should feel victorious. Triumphant. Instead, I just feel... empty. And terrified. Because revenge is supposed to be simple. Clean. You hurt the person who hurt you, and then it's over. But nothing about this feels simple. I down the rest of my whiskey. Pour another. Stand at the window where he stood, looking out at the same city.

Callan's POV I should have been satisfied. She lay beside me with her hair damp against the pillow and her skin flushed, and every rational part of me said this was the plan. A deal. Revenge, tidy and mutual. I had made a career out of never wanting anything I couldn't walk away from. Then her phone buzzed on the floor, and Alyssa reached for it. "I should check," she murmured, sliding to the edge of the bed. She picked it up. Corin's name glowed on the screen. Her thumb hovered over it.