Romance Novels About Revenge Novels & Stories

John cackled loudly, "I wish I was around to witness that." "Stop it John." Juliet frowned at him. "Those experiences were about my life and not for you to jest about." "That's okay don't scream at him." "So I should just accept that my diary is gone? You pamper John all the time and sometimes, I wish you can pamper me or treat me like a kid. At least, take my feelings important." Tears welled up in my eyes. "Oh, I don't take you important? Flash back baby girl, I purchased you an expensive ointment for those spots you have." Juliet shouted.

Their bodies collided, and Esteban lifted her effortlessly, backing her against the wall. Clothes burned away as quickly as the flames devouring the mansion. Her apron hit the floor. His shirt followed. Skin against skin, heat meeting heat. She arched into him, moaning his name, Esteban, like a sin. But sins had consequences. The folder. Her hand brushed against it on the floor, and the reality of what she was doing slammed into her. She pushed him away, chest heaving. "I can’t." He looked wrecked. Hair tousled, lips red, eyes stormy. "You already did."

‘Saves you right, dickface,’ she said internally. “I don’t appreciate you looking at another man just after kissing me.” A deep voice reached Ava’s ears, and she whipped her head around to glance at Kylan, a shiver shooting down her spine. She didn’t expect his voice to be so deep, it almost made her wet her panties. Her face flushed, her heart racing at the intensity of Kylan’s gaze. She wanted to run away, however, she remembered what she had talked about with Nicole. If she could seduce Kylan, that would be the best revenge ever.

Admist my whole plan for revenge, I couldn’t deny it that I was still very much attracted to Damon. “Uhm, why don’t you guys go alone. I’ll look for Diego,” I replied with a feigned smile. “Suit yourself,” Damon said as he winked at me and took off with Nadia. Seeing the two of them arm in arm made me question if the moon goddess knew what she was doing when she gave me this second chance. My feelings for Damon weren’t over yet and I was lost on what revenge plan I could take. “There she is,” Diego said as he gave me a kiss.

‘Trust me, if it takes that long to read a person, no one would want to do it. “Are you okay?” I looked back into Tessa’s eyes, so glad I got to meet her. Now I’m one step closer to catching my mother’s killer. ‘I think I found out who murdered my mother...’ I said to Antonio. ‘I know, did you forget you’re an open book now? Hold her hand with the both of yours and finish that vision.’ I mentally nodded and placed my other hand on Tessa’s. The vision continued. “Renee? Who is she? Why would she murder your wife?” Catherine’s hand was at her throat as she swallowed hard. Frank didn’t answer right away.

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.”

“I told them the truth.” “The truth?” My heart hammered against my ribs. Her smirk widened. “Adrian was mine first. He loved me before you forced him into an engagement. And now that he’s back with me, you can’t stand it.” Her words struck harder than any slap. My world tilted. Heat rushed up my body, clouding my head. Fury boiled in my chest, colliding with disbelief until I could barely breathe. “Are you insane?” I shouted, my whole body trembling. “I caught you in bed with my fiancé! And instead of apologizing, you twist it into this—this lie?”

He asked again in a very serious tone. “Kind of.” I honestly answered. It’s true. But the feeling of getting betrayed was far greater than the love I am feeling. I remembered the sick expression he have when he pushed me off the rooftop and how he shows no remorse after. That scene was engraved in my head and my heart. “Will you be taking revenge then?” “You ask a lot of questions.” I rolled my eyes and tucked some hair behind my ear. I heard him chuckle. “You want to learn from me to take revenge right?” He muttered in a low tone.

But she knew one thing for sure, it wasn't love, it was just a momentary vibration of opposite-sex attraction and physical touch. The taxi drove on the busy busy road of the weekend, while behind the car was the sweet, romantic silence of two people leaning against each other looking in the same direction. Amanda slowly closed her eyes, remembering the woman just now. She wondered if it was the same ghost that had killed the whole family that the owner had told her about. She jumped up and sat up straight, causing William to be shocked: "What's wrong with you?" “What do you think about the story of the restaurant owner just now?”

"Doesn't it? It's harder to use someone as an instrument of revenge when you begin to respect them as a person." The observation cut to the heart of the contradiction that had been troubling me since our return from Zurich. My revenge had been predicated on Isabella's status as Winston's beloved daughter,a possession I could take from him, a means to inflict lasting pain on the man who had destroyed my family. It had not accounted for Isabella herself,her strength, her perception, her stubborn refusal to be merely a pawn in the game between her father and me. "It complicates matters," I admitted finally. "But doesn't fundamentally alter the arrangement."