Revenge Weight Gain Story Novels & Stories

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.

me: " if you are Hayden LI.. and the great business man.. then why did you joined as my father assistant and married me.. " Hayden: " oh you want answer.. ask your dad.. oh I just forgot to say.. from now onwards you won't go out of here... fine let me tell me.. I just joined your father company.. to take my revenge... " Listening to this, I felt like my world collapsed... ' revenge... what revenge...!!!!'

Rebecca's recovery had been astonishingly swift, a fact the doctor marveled at, likening it to a miracle. "I'm hungry; I need something to eat," Rebecca declared. Her daughter, Jessica, couldn't help but chuckle, fully aware of her mother's unwavering commitment to her meals. Rebecca had always been a firm believer in the idea that proper nourishment was key to good health. And now, with her newfound strength, she was eager to eat. Jessica promptly left the room to fetch some food and water for her mother, who wasted no time in devouring the meal. As Rebecca's vitality returned, she began to take in her surroundings, her gaze eventually settling on her daughter. With affection in her eyes, s

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

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

Rehab had been hell. Three months locked away, with therapists drilling into my head that my nymphomania was a disease I had to control. They took my phone, my freedom, even my dignity. And when the news of my cheating got out, my boyfriend left me, my family distanced themselves, and I lost what little respect I had left. Now I was out, raw, and burning with one single purpose. Revenge. I grabbed my small suitcase and walked up to the front door, before I could knock, it opened. Claire stood there in a soft cream sweater and jeans, looking every bit the picture of domestic bliss.

“I’ll explain when we get home.” The drive back was cloaked in heavy silence, the hum of the engine filling the void. Elowen stared out the window, memories flooding her mind fragments of that night, the hotel room, the stranger’s touch, the delicate necklace he had left behind. A single, reckless mistake now threatened to upend everything. “I can’t keep this baby,” Elowen murmured, the weight of the decision crashing over her like a cold wave. “I’m not ready. I want revenge, not... a family.”

When I came to, I found myself in an operating room. The doctor spoke to me coldly, "Miss Larson, I heard you were dumped because of your weight and sent abroad by your stepmother to be disposed of. Want revenge?" His whisper in my ear was like the devil himself, tempting and seductive. I clutched at my excess flesh, "I want to change. I want to be thin!" The hatred in my eyes seemed to satisfy him. He clapped his hands and began prepping for surgery.

I freeze. “I’m sorry,” Cain says quietly, his voice strained, “but the baby is gone. And we have to get revenge. So you need to tell me everything that happened.” I lift my gaze slowly, and really look at him, then I laugh. A bitter, broken sound tears out of my throat. “Revenge?” I scoff. “You think revenge is going to fix this?” My chest tightens. “It won’t replace the weight I’m carrying right now,” I shout. “It won’t bring my baby back.”

I wished there was something I could do. I really wanted my family back,I wanted to feel the peace but I was loosing everything and trying to keep them together was not working. Every sin has consequences and mine were running fast, towards me. That night I stayed up late thinking,I had put myself in a sticky situation.I remembered how happy my life was before,before I chose revenge.I remembered how Vee showed me true love too,but I shook that off.I could not just assume the way he ignored me back then. He chose my friend over me, knowing very well I loved him more than Mila could ever love him.He still chose her just because I was not pretty enough for him.Just because he was one of the pop