Revenge Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh, so you agree that it is you now. Let me tell you something. If a man wakes up and asks if something happened, he either remembers and wants confirmation, or he does not remember and is afraid something important occurred.” My stomach tightened. “So either way,” she continued, “it meant something.” I swallowed. “And that scares you.” “Yes.” I said abruptly. “Because if you admit you like him, it stops your revenge.” I nodded faintly. She reached out and squeezed my hand. “Listen to me. Revenge feels powerful at first. It makes you think you are in control. It gives you something to hold on to when your pride is bleeding. But it never heals you.” I looked away. The room suddenly felt too

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

and I got homeschooling Running , weightlifting , dance , combat , boxing , jumping rope and swimming , I've done it all. Trust me.. I'm crazy with it. I lost 25 kgs now and I felt good. Boys started to hit on me and I've dated a couple of guys If you ask me if I'm up for revenge.. the answer is no I don't want to meet the 7 Gold Lifes again , I don't want to do anything with them especially Archer.. gosh I hate him with all my vein and heart

Giving him till the end of the day before I go into a full panic mode. It took me a long time to have the strength to get back up and stand on my legs again. But eventually I did. I wiped away all traces of my disgust, anger, heartbreak, and grief, and focused on one thing, and one thing only. Revenge. What do they say about it? Revenge is always sweet, it’s the aftertaste that’s bitter.

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

I can not eat them both. “You didn’t eat breakfast, or lunch. We’re gonna miss dinner. What’s holding you back?” “I don’t want to gain anymore weight” I keep my voice quiet. “Baby you’ve lost like twenty pounds in the past two months. You are getting to an unhealthy weight” “You don’t like my body?” My eyes start to sting, because I hate my body. But I don't want him to hate it, too. “I love your body. And I’ll love your body if you gain 50 pounds. Or more. I don’t love how you’re treating yourself. I don’t want to see you suffer like this”

So I had to make them feel the pain, the suffering, and the agony that I had felt for so many years. It had been a week since I realized that it was time for them to suffer again. And within that week, a lot had changed. My way of living had changed, as well as my physical appearance. I was slowly gaining the weight that I lost years ago. My composure and appearance were slowly returning to how they used to be. Thanks to Storm who helped me with proper exercise and diet. Thanks to Storm who never left my side. He not only helped me gain my strength and body back, but also taught me self-defense to protect myself in case anything happened.

Don't come crying to me when that happens. Before I could say anything, Furball's thoughts came flooding again. "You despicable man! The only reason my master hasn't lost any weight is because of that horrible Weight Swapping System you used on him! Every single pound he worked hard to lose ends up coming off your body instead! "Meanwhile, you spend all your time gorging on the richest and fattiest food you can find, and every single pound you gain ends up on his body. That's why he keeps putting on weight!

Let the weight of that sink in. "So I did what any mother would do. I fought back. I rebuilt. I created a new company. I exposed his crimes. I got my daughter back. And I destroyed everyone who'd tried to destroy me. My ex-husband went to prison. His business partners went to prison. Everyone who hurt me faced consequences." Another pause. "And you know what? It felt good. Watching my enemies fall. Seeing them lose everything like they'd made me lose everything. There's something dark and satisfying about revenge. Something that feels like justice."

But deep down, I know that revenge, while sweet, comes with its own burdens. I sit in my office, staring out the window, the cityscape blurring as my thoughts drift. The cost of this revenge weighs heavily on my mind. I’ve sacrificed so much—my family, the people I love most in this world. My thoughts wander to Logan, the man I used to exact my revenge. He loves me deeply, and yet I’ve manipulated him for my own purposes.