Revenge Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

"I saw them at the river last week. They were hunting near our border, and I heard their leader, a brute named Victor, boasting about taking our land." The mention of Victor made Sophia's heart run with stories of his strength and danger running through her mind. What are we supposed to do?, she wondered, helpless. Bobbing his head, Robert took it all in. "We'll have to increase our patrols. I want scouts out there watching for anything that might seem like trouble. We can't afford to get caught off guard." Sophia felt a well of fear and anger rise up. Why did things have to be this way? Why couldn't they just all live in peace?

“It was brutally cruel. Even if it hasn't been with my sister or only been one time and not anything he did for eleven months. I would never go back to him after what he did to me that night. He broke me, he knew it and he didn't care. He reached for her hand and squeezed them between his large ones. “I am sorry for upsetting you. I thought it's best you know. She nodded, I appreciate your honesty, Nichole and I'm grateful. This entire situation is difficult but I'm trying to find a new purpose and new goals. “You know the best revenge is to move on with your life ,” he kissed her fingertips.” “And I am,” she nodded, but sometimes I really want to just stick it up his ass.” She saw the amuse

Her voice sweet, but everyone in that room knew her heart was cold. Next to her, Mr. Norman of the Galen family leaned back in his chair, his thick hands gripping the armrest. His face was red, full of anger. The Galens had lost the most in the recent attacks—businesses burned, secrets leaked to the press. His pride was in pieces, and he wanted revenge. At the far end, opposite Julian, sat Henry Brown, the head of the Brown family. His eyes were tired, but the hatred inside them still burned like fire. He tapped his fingers on the table, slow and hard, as if each tap was a warning.

Cherry knows this. That's why they both treat me like dirt. After all, I'm the fool who left my thriving business to marry the city's business morgue. I remembered when I had nothing, walking through the cold streets, feeding on scraps. My parents just died, and I had nothing. Is that the life I'd return to if Lucien leaves me? Back in the dirt, with no food, no money, no clothes? "Lucien won't leave me!" I chorused to myself. I'm just 24 and I'm having the mid-life crisis of a 46-year-old divorcee.

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 other workers chimed in, "People care about health these days. We should be eating lighter, healthier food, yet you keep serving us dishes high in fat and sodium, like meatloaf and fried chicken. How can you say that you're not trying to mess with us?" "If it weren't for Yves telling us, we wouldn't have realized you're making us buy extra drinks just to get more profit!" "You're ruining our health for profit! What a disgrace!" "The reason I put in extra oil and salt is that you work long hours on heavy physical labor, and more salt and oil give you more energy," I weakly tried to explain. But they were now emotionally charged, so it just sounded like I was trying to defend myself after

and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before.

But she isn’t. Lauren didn’t steal anything from her. That was the bitter little story Cassandra tells herself at night, the one she repeats until the lie feels like truth. It’s a self-soothing fable: the world wronged me; someone else got what I deserved. That kind of thinking breeds resentment, not competence. And now that deceit has ossified into something uglier, a hatred for Lauren so bright it blinds her. She wants revenge. She wants a title. She wants to be seen. That single-mindedness has narrowed her focus until all she can taste is the idea of Lauren’s downfall. That’s good for me.

I smile bitterly, ‘Does she hate me to this extent? ‘She runs so fast.’ All of a sudden I felt a surge of nausea in my stomach, and I vomited all the food I had eaten that night. My stomach felt like it had been stirred by a knife and I was sweating from the pain. Back then, because Ailina said that I was fat and called me the boss, I worked hard to lose weight after Ailina left, hoping to make her eyes light up when I saw her again. I worked hard to exercise, but I had been practicing martial arts since I was a child. I had a lot of exercise, so I couldn’t lose weight at all. The longer I grow, the stronger I become.

“I am sorry Mr Jones. But I can’t do that, these people are only trying to make a living and taking them down is not an option. Why don’t you up your game and compete with them fairly?” Father’s jaw tensed and I knew it was not going to be good. “Let me tell you a story Ethan, maybe after hearing it, you will change your mind and see things my way.” Ethan and I shared a look. “Once upon a time, there was a man, a businessman with a wife and child. He was a good man, but he had a problem with alcohol.”