Revenge Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

Just watches me with those green eyes that used to look at me with wonder and now look at me with calculated coldness. "You work out," she observes. "You didn't used to. Not like this." I didn't. I started after she was gone. After Marcus Kane's funeral. Needed something to do with the guilt, the self-loathing. Turned out lifting weights until my muscles screamed was easier than thinking about what I'd done. "Guilt makes you do strange things," I say. "So does revenge." She stands. Walks toward me. Stops about two feet away—close enough that I could reach out and touch her, far enough that I know I'm not allowed to. "Tell me what you did."

I had pushed myself past the breaking point, fueled by a single, burning desire, which is revenge. The years were pretty rough for me but I pushed through. There were days I was tempted to give up but I didn’t dare to. I came back better and stronger and even now, I owned a fast-growing company that was going to top the charts in only a few days. While Cassian probably thought I was dead, I was building an empire that already surpassed his. He wouldn’t know what hit him until it was too late. This, I had made sure of. Five years was enough to make my heart beat with only the thought of vengeance. I was no longer the skinny cripple that was covered in oversized clothes. Now I was a CEO with a

Not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die. —Anne Lamott I never believed in revenge, I never wanted to believe in it, all my life I've been the good modest humble daughter my father raised me to be, and where did all that lead me? homeless with no family. I'm ready to drink that poison, even if it does kill me, I must make sure Jesse and Benita pay for what they did to me and my father, and of course my unborn child.

Instead, the way they looked at me was like they were staring at a pile of trash—calm and unfeeling. My health was what mattered the most? If this kept up, I was going to become severely obese! How could I possibly be healthy? Just then, the doctor came in with the examination report. Only then did I truly realize that I had been reborn. I had returned to the very day when I first started gaining weight uncontrollably. "There's nothing serious with Ms. Graham's health, but she should still watch her diet and exercise more." It was just the same as in my previous life. The doctor had no idea where this sudden excess fat on my body had come from.

People who were silent without knowing what happened in the past were hurt, just because of vengeance. Nothing will change if people continue reciprocating violence to the violence one had caused them. It will just start another chaos, another crime, another sin. Revi clenched her fists and glared at me. "This is not revenge, I call it returning the favor.” Returning the favor, huh? What kind of useless excuse was that?

I inform as my eyes start watering but I hold it all in " I fired my psychologist cause he was obsessed with me losing weight, claiming that a revenge body would be my ultimate revenge. Mind you I might be a lot of things, an idiot, a fool but for someone to talk do to me just because I weigh 5 times more than my mates is just plain on rude" " Now to the topic of revenge body. I think we all can agree that one's body has nothing to do with it. Instead of psychologist telling us to chime down for revenge, I think the psychologist should rather build our self confidence back and ..... "

No second chances were given, leading to the termination of past relationships without hesitation. One of his ex-girlfriends had questioned him, "Why end our relationship just because you caught me kissing someone else? I found you in bed with another woman having a good time, forgave you, and you can't forgive me for this?" Justin had dismissed her remarks, holding the belief that a man with power and wealth had the freedom to engage with various women, given the abundance of choices. However, those were sentiments from years ago. Over the years, Justin had undergone a gradual transformation, realizing that age brought about personal growth.

Then there was the kebab at the end of the night, which completely derailed my diet for the rest of the week — my biggest mistake. Since I gave birth to Lucas two years ago, I've had a hard time losing weight. People told me I was okay and thought I was fine, but I'd never been a size 14 before, and it was beginning to affect how I felt about myself. The night before last was the first time in a very long time that I went out for a significant amount of time, and even just garnering attention from males was enough to give my ego a huge boost; I felt like the old me again.

Miss Bandit, did you gain weight? Bang! A loud sound came from the study, and Vermont quickly added, "Did you gain weight? The gym is having a promotion right now. They're giving a buy-one-free-one package for whoever has a body fat of more than twenty-four percent. If you're a little fatter, we could've signed up for it together." The next second, Felicity's voice came fiercely from the study. "You should eat more and gain thirty pounds to sign up for it yourself!" "Sure."

She started talking—long, shitty talk I wasn't interested in. She led me out to check my weight. I inhaled and I stepped on the scale, but a snap was heard. I looked down at my feet. Oh no! My weight had crushed the machine. Damn! “Oh my goodness!” The receptionist couldn't hold her laughter. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. I'm so tired of this. Tired of the shame. Tired of the mockery. Tired of being fat. Tired of life. Why am I different?