Revenge Wikia Novels & Stories

"But I beg you, don't do it. It's very dangerous. I don’t want to see you trapped in hatred that will bring no happiness." Cassandra fell silent for a moment. Although she knew how deeply Aunt Marie was worried, her heart was already filled with a firm resolve to avenge what Antonio had done to her. "I have to do it, Aunt. It’s the only way I can find peace. I can’t just forget what happened. I need to do this." Uncle Lionel, who had been sitting near the door, approached and sat next to Cassandra. "I agree with Aunt Marie," he said with a voice full of concern. "I know it’s hard, but seeking revenge will make your life more dangerous, Cassandra. You've suffered enough."

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

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.

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.

Velena couldn't blame Alexander for the hurt in her after what happened to her parents a dozen years ago, but Velena also didn't condone the way Alexander had hurt so many people even those who had done nothing wrong to him and Kimbeerly. Velena would never have known if Alexander hadn't suddenly returned home five years ago when she had only been home for a few days. Because when Velena asked Alexander to return home the man would say he couldn't because he was busy with his work and Velena thought that all that time Alexander was really working like what the man said, but beyond Velena's expectations Alexander took revenge on the family of the person who had killed his parents.

Revenge was a dish best served cold. Camilla didn’t agree. Revenge was a dish best served in the church with a fake pregnant test result and an astounding slap. To celebrate her successfully executed revenge, she was on a shopping spree today. The clothes she didn’t get the day Vanya interrupted her, she would get them today.

"Be a successful woman and slap them with your achievements you obtained without their help---and that would be your revenge against people who don’t believe in your capabilities." And that is something I wasn't open about. All my life, I believed that getting revenge on someone was always done by doing things that would make their life even more miserable. Without even knowing while I'm wanting justice for my family, for myself and for all those unpleasant memories I had shared with Liam and his family, I'm becoming the evil I never imagined myself to be.

“We are divided him and me when we should be one. Your scent is our weakness; my undoing, and as much as I want to get our revenge upon your filthy witch of a mother, I fear you will stop me.” “I won’t.” I admit almost immediately as I gnaw on my inner cheek, “but there are so many scars waiting to be painted across its victims' hearts in the name of revenge. Has it ever truly served and met its purpose without any remorse attached to it?” I question, genuinely interested to know what he believes to be true. “It’s difficult to confirm when revenge usually leads to more revenge. It’s a cruel and vicious cycle that can rule and ruin your life. It’s definitely not for the faint-hearted, darling

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

he walked towards her, making her realise she spoke the words out aloud, his reply confused her even more leaving her frustrated with no answers “Revenge.” “It can turn the most righteous man to the villain, it can ruin lives just like I will ruin yours, darling.”