Revenge X Body Novels & Stories

It was easier to deal with that than with the tension building in the room. I closed my eyes. Or maybe I tried to, but my body refused to settle. A sharp twist hit my stomach without warning. I stiffened, my breath catching before I could stop it. It wasn’t the cut, this was different. It felt different…deeper. I pressed my lips together, willing it to pass, forcing my body to stay still. Don’t react. Don’t move. Don’t give anything away. But the discomfort lingered, tightening just enough to make my fingers curl slightly against the sheets.

Now, the two lovers set fire to the company building that has caused them so much suffering. Fransisca felt a mixture of happiness and sadness. On the one hand, she felt very happy because she had finally succeeded in taking revenge and freed herself from the shame and sadness she had felt all this time. However, on the other hand, she felt sad because she realized that her actions would have a bad impact on Miss Veronica and also Mr. Alexander. However, despite all that, Fransisca felt happy because there was nothing that made her feel embarrassed or sad anymore

Axel snarled, watching the man convulse in agony. The man’s cries only fueled Axel’s anger. For sixteen long years, Axel had carried the image of his father’s murder in his mind, the way his father had screamed as a knife was driven into his eye. This was the revenge he had waited for, and he wasn’t about to stop until he had destroyed every last piece of Mr. Austin’s empire. Axel’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he dragged the blade down the man’s chest, tearing through flesh and muscle. “Finally,” Axel whispered, watching the man gasp for breath as his intestines spilled from his body.

her words filled with remorse as her gaze wandered, revisiting the traumatic events in her mind. "It's not your fault, Mum," Jessica reassured her mother, her eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and anger. She recounted what the good Samaritan who had come to Rebecca's aid had shared, "The person who hit you and ran... it was a hit and run. The driver accidentally struck you and left you injured, thinking they could escape."

“Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so bad . When she finished speaking , she turned , she was satisfied with the lols that he had on . She wasn’t going to back down , this was just the beginning of her revenge , it was more like the tip of an iceberg.

“If you drive me to the clinic, I’ll fully accept your offer to help.” Bryan looked hesitant and said, “Are you sure that you’re going to change your face? Just because you want to seek revenge?” “Well, taking revenge is your idea to begin with, right?” Ginger pointed out. “Plus, I did really want to make their lives a living hell like what they did to mine, so we’re even.” Bryan went silent for a while and heaved a sigh. “You don’t need to help me,” Ginger said. “Just don’t stop me, it’s all I ask.”

"Warriors in their own right. We support each other, plan together. It's about taking back our stories, writing the endings ourselves." "Taking back our stories," I echoed, the phrase resonating within me, a call to rise from the ashes of victimhood. "Can you… can we really do that?" Lizzie's nod was solemn, resolute. "Yes, Roanne." She reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, grounding me back to reality. "The Revenge Club operates in the shadows," she began, her tone shedding any remnants of casualness, morphing into something steel-edged and formidable. "We're a collective of souls, bound by shared scars, who channel our pain into retribution."

I’d cry the last time because I wasn’t in control of my body so I couldn’t stop my emotions from secreting such fluids. “Don’t be sorry, it’s useless.” “No! Have your revenge, hit me back, do twice of all I’ve done to you. Take your revenge, but don’t discard my love, don’t discard my redemption. Please, that’s all I beg of you.” She chuckled, her eyes dark as she scoured me in a pettish manner. “In case you’re yet to figure it out. This is my revenge. There’s no hit back for a hit, punch back for a punch. However, there is pain for pain, trauma for trauma. You made me go through the worst type of emotional pains, you in particular gave me the worst traumatic experiences. This is my revenge.

if not, then I wished with everything in me that they kill the bastard. “I don’t care what you do, get rid of that damn skin and I will get rid of Xander the only way I know how. I don’t want the likes of him coming back here and causing trouble again.” He lifted his head and looked at me. His jaw tightened, which meant he was getting angry. The interrogation he subjected me to was not what I went there for. I went for the house, no. the mansion. Because that was no house. “I wouldn’t put it past him to want revenge or for his thirst for revenge to intensify. Mine would if you had skinned me alive like that.”

He heard RiVi's laughter and calling his name to die together with him repeatedly, but no, it won't happen, he still needs to get out and leave far from there. The little strength he had was used to get his clothes from the bathroom and change into it. Dragging his failing body out of the cheap motel and sparing one last glance at RiVi's lifeless body, who stopped coughing out, a lot of blood was staining the floor, and bathing RiVi in it. In his heart the revenge was done, and smiled as if he could see them. “Mom, Ruruo, I finally avenge your death, please now rest in paradise”