Revenge X Body Novels & Stories

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

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.

I got up but heard her mumbling in her slumber, “I am supposed to hate ...you ...because you killed my family....when I look at you I am supposed to remember my sister screaming in ...pain but...but... all I can see is a sweet guy asking for forgiveness for a mistake he didn't do. I don't want to believe you.... but it's a rage of war between my heart and brain ....but all I know is that I lov... Like you Sean, my Mr. X so much that it hurts to take rev...." I stood still waiting for her to continue what she was saying but she had already dozed off.

He noticed that naturally his body was regenerating itself returning to its normal state as if nothing had happened. The mess reigned around him, cracked walls, broken furniture, thrown and/or broken objects, but none of this mattered to him since his eyes fell happily on the various bodies dumped everywhere. -At least I'll have a plentiful meal -and licked the lips of already unpeeled fangs. Hunger. Revenge. And a question: How can I take revenge on those who tried to kill me? The answer:

The lines between hate and love blurred, forcing her to confront the complexities of her own emotions. As the silence lingered, Florida and Beta found themselves caught in a delicate dance—a dance of revelations and unspoken truths, where past wounds collided with unexpected connections. In this pivotal moment, Florida's journey of revenge took an unforeseen turn, opening a path to rediscovering the depths of her own heart and the possibility of forgiveness.

"It just feels heavy. Seeing him sweat today didn't give me my old life back, it didn't bring my dad back. It just reminded me of how broken everything is." "Revenge is never pretty," Alessandro said gently. He rested his elbows on his knees, leaning closer to me. "People who say revenge is sweet have never actually taken it. It is an ugly, dirty business. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth. But sometimes, Chiara, it is the only way to clean the slate. You are cutting a rotten piece out of your life. It is going to hurt, and it is going to feel heavy but once he is gone, you can finally breathe again." He understood… he actually understood the dark place my mind was in, and he didn't judge

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

Matt voiced out. "Shut up Matt! I have not come here for your stories, I know you won't agree that you killed my parents. I know you're very powerful but trust me, I will keep coming for you till I get revenge for my parents death." I replied, moving around Matt and preparing to strike. We were fierce and relentless. Each strike of our claws and parry of our weapons carried the weight of our broken trust. I fought with every ounce of my being, my movements fluid and calculated. I could feel the power of my packmates fighting alongside me,their unwavering support serving as an anchor.

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!

She opened the box she had carried from the bedroom, revealing black lingerie, cut provocatively and made of sheer fabric. Cassandra bit her lip, trying to suppress the shame and disgust rising within her. She picked up the lingerie and put it on slowly, allowing her body to be exposed beneath the thin fabric. Every passing second felt agonizingly long, as if this was some kind of torturous ritual. Standing in front of the mirror, Cassandra gazed at her reflection, her feelings a chaotic mix. Her body appeared alluring, but in her eyes, only hardened hatred and suppressed pain were visible. She took a deep breath, steeling herself to return to the bedroom. Yet a dark thought crossed her mind