Revenge Short Story Novels & Stories

Didi said, putting me in a dilemma. She went out of the room after closing the door. "Only two days are left and I didn’t even make the design of the dress. How will I make the dress by myself?" I whispered and cursed that monster. If he has any problem with me, why doesn’t he tell me directly? He is behaving like he is taking revenge on me. But why is he taking revenge? Revenge is like fire, it has to burn itself to burn others just like that in revenge if you want to hurt someone, you will also have to get hurt.

For that reason, I press through the hours of the day and night until she returns. Revenge, on the other hand, is a gift. Something to distract me with. I want to make sure he suffers because of what he did to my mate. It’s a little pot kettle for sure, but I’m going to take every ounce of shame I feel about my situation and punish him for it.

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

The man I loved was the one who ended me, ironic how life can be K*flashback end* Tears streamed down my eyes as I remember the incident, narrating it to my mother, I wipe out the tears, anger surging through me “mother those bastards, deserved no mercy from us, I need you on this, I cannot do it alone” Stretching out my hands as I sniffle a tear, excepting a miracle” are you on this? I voiced Like an answered prayed, while watching, waiting, it flew right at my hand when the breeze blew, it was my affirmation, a black raven feather, an omen to war and revenge, I smirked she approved, my smile turning cruel “vindication it is.” They will pay with everything, their blood, tears and sweat, I w

Since then she has again disappeared. The more I thought about it, my heart and mind agreed that we should forgive Badar. But not before we have some fun. Let him think that I haven't forgiven him yet. Let him struggle to get me to forgive him. Let him feel the pain that I felt. Let me get some revenge for what he did to me. Well not harmful revenge but little harmless revenge. **Badar's pov**

Revenge is a poisonous rage that would keep on spreading till it kills everyone. The solution now was to get to the truth that way when they do defeat Roman they won't still come for a fight. Many gangs would get into fights but when the fight ended so did their wrath for each other. They would just accept the stronger one to continue living, but with the Smirnov's gang and Ivanov's gang, it was like a history that could only be closed by learning about chapter one. What did happen?

"Too bad your father isn't alive to watch his precious daughter fall. But I'll settle for knowing he's rolling in his grave." I spit at him. Right in his face. Vanessa kicked me in the ribs, but I didn't care. I was done being scared. "You're pathetic," I said. "A grown man who spent fifteen years planning revenge on a dead person's family. Your daughter would be ashamed of you." Vincent's face changed. The calm mask slipped for just a second, and I saw the rage underneath. The real Vincent Reeves. The broken man who'd let his pain turn him into a monster.

“We are divided him and me when we should be one. Your scent is our weakness; my undoing, and as much as I want to get our revenge upon your filthy witch of a mother, I fear you will stop me.” “I won’t.” I admit almost immediately as I gnaw on my inner cheek, “but there are so many scars waiting to be painted across its victims' hearts in the name of revenge. Has it ever truly served and met its purpose without any remorse attached to it?” I question, genuinely interested to know what he believes to be true. “It’s difficult to confirm when revenge usually leads to more revenge. It’s a cruel and vicious cycle that can rule and ruin your life. It’s definitely not for the faint-hearted, darling

Vanya opened the conversation as they waited for the taxi outside the bar, “what kind of revenge, to be precise?” The drunken man who had sobered up slightly then gritted his teeth and responded, “yes, I need to avenge Kevin. He just ruined my hard work and I can’t let that happen. A lesson needs to be taught for that insolent son of a bitch, but I haven’t thought of that deeply. Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing,” lied the girl, “I once got hurt by someone until my life is shattered, and I need to take do the same.”

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."