Novel & Cerita Revenge Story

His name is Sébastien, he is thirty-nine years old, he is married, he has two children, he works in a small business in the city, he earns a living, he pays his taxes, he lives his life, he tries to be happy, to forget, not to think about what he did, what he didn't do, what he should have done, and today, he is in my office, he is sitting across from me, his hands are trembling, his eyes are darting away, his voice is cracking, and he tells me, he begs me, he asks me not to do to him what I did to the others, not to destroy him, not to annihilate him, not to take everything he has, everything he built, everything he loves, everything he has left, because he wasn't like the others, because h

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

This new enterprise was built without the Horrison name and without the Cassilas name. One morning, as Hugo prepared to leave for work, he touched my cheek and said, “I know you never truly needed my surname, but I am proud you wear it.” I answered with a small smile. Embers and unhealed wounds still lived inside me, yet upon this world stage I would stand tall, not as Hugo’s shadow but as a woman who knows what she seeks. And Paris? This city will bear witness that the finest revenge is achieved when one triumphs without drawing a blade.

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

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.

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

“But then I heard about Topher’s big, stupid Halloween party. And it just… I snapped. It hit me so hard. Not because I felt left out or actually wanted to go or anything. But I was like, no. No fucking way is he going to get away with moving on, and throwing parties, and having a grand ol’ spiffy time after what he did to me. He put my entire future career at risk, Wick. That fucker doesn’t deserve a happy ending, so… So I’m going over there tonight and I’m leaving my stupid bra that he gave me along with a fake used condom in his room so he’ll think I moved on and had sex on his bed with someone else. And he’s going to feel my goddamn wrath. He’s going to see up close and personal just how

High School Revenge By Heartcode Chapter 3 "I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about that new intake" Mrs Morgan aka known as the prophetess said. "What bad feeling? She's just a new intake for the final year class." "She's bad news. I can perceive the aura round her. It's evil. She reeks of misfortune, revenge and pain." "Oh, Mrs Morgan! Are you doing that your prophecy thing again? How many times will we remind you that you are not a prophetess."

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

Revenge was a complex game, and I was playing it for the ones I loved. I had scores to settle – against the three men who had caused so much pain in my life, Chirkov for his deeds against Anya and my mother, and Maksim for his attempt on her life. It was time to unleash the full force of my determination. Walking back to my room, I paused at the entrance, steeling myself for what lay ahead. Anya was in there. As I entered, I found her peacefully asleep on my bed. An overwhelming warmth filled me at the sight.