Revenge X Storm Novels & Stories

It is she who should be angry and the one who showed anger was the other one. When the cupids were giving each other exhausted glances, an annoyed voice called, “MOM!!!” Slapping her own head remembering she got Arman late for his school, Aisha said, “I have to go too.” After planting a small peck on Arif’s cheek and doing a quick hug with Aliyah, she screamed while walking out of the mansion in hurry with holding an annoyed Arman’s hand, “BYE!!!” Sitting on the sofa nearby, Arif and Aliyah were the only people left in the home except for the workers. "Hassan has told Simran about him being part in this Revenge shit of Ali," Arif said to Aliyah who looked at him in shock.

Bash responded, fluttering his lashes in fake innocence. Storm slammed his fist on the desk and pointed a finger at Bash, "don't mess with me damnit! no one threatens Storm Rehan," he spat. Bash's eyes squinted since he busted into laughter, "so you remember me, Stormy." Storm clenched his jaws and smiled, the boy didn't know who he is dealing with, "I Will give you a million to get lost," he said. Balancing his weight on the table, Bash stood up and stared into Storm's eyes with a frown, "if I wanted money I could have exposed you to your late wife, or better yet I could have gone to a human rights activist and reported you! I don't want your money."

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

There was nothing I could say to undo the horror she had experienced. My only thought was this: I would make sure Xander never hurt her again. I would hunt him down, make him pay for the pain he had caused her, for the nightmare he had dragged her into. But even that thought, revenge, felt empty, meaningless in the face of the devastation that stood before me. How could anything ever make up for what she had lost? How could I possibly take away the trauma he had inflicted upon her?

I didn't waste a moment and exposed his past crimes and sordid affairs in a single night. By morning, Lex had nothing left. He trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. "I've been doing everything I can to pay you back! Why are you forcing me into a corner?" I pulled a wad of cash from my bag and slapped his face with it. "Money? I have more than enough." Then I laughed. "I never wanted money. I wanted your despair." "Lex," I said, my voice dropping low, "I know you're afraid of death. You'd rather live like a dog than die with dignity."

His Dad had cut his holiday short because of this and he was sent back to london. "By the time Mummy came out of Jail, she wasn't preganant and we didn't see any baby. We were told she had a still birth due to stress. That was when we all made our decusion to revenge. We wanted Revenge by all means and f it was going to take a billion years to get an opportunity and give our sweet vengence, we would wait" "As time grew, and as I grew I decided to leave it for God. God is the only one authorised to Revenge but you see Laura and Mum. They would never do that. They would never."

"How are you certain that Joseph would care about her?" "Well... I believe Chloe possesses more value for manipulation than Xavia." "Can you guarantee that nothing will go wrong?" "No..." "For now, let Chloe be. Allow her to proceed with her pregnancy undisturbed, and we’ll come up with a foolproof plan in due time. Let's not forget that Xavia's pregnancy is only one month behind hers." Revenge was not merely about committing acts of violence. It was about identifying the other person's vulnerabilities, ruthlessly crushing them, and subjecting them to absolute humiliation.

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

By the time I’m in the car, engine running, wrists still tingling from Larry’s grip, my blood’s boiling hotter than it was when I walked in. Seeing them together again. Hearing her fake concern. Feeling Larry’s hand on me like he still had any right. It’s not just revenge anymore. It's war. To Be Continued...

“Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.” Dante’s entire body froze. “What?” Victor’s gaze slowly darkened. “And Peter will do the same thing to you.” Dante’s breathing immediately grew heavier. “I don’t care about that anymore,” Dante muttered quietly. Victor smirked faintly. “You can keep denying it.” The older man stared directly into Dante’s eyes now. And slowly— Dante’s anger began mixing with something far worse. Confusion. “What exactly do you know?” Dante demanded sharply.