Shemale Revenge Novels & Stories

"Why would she... steal Victoria's elixir?" An older wolf leaned closer to his mate, but his whisper carried clearly to my sensitive ears. "If Victoria is the new Gamma, Alexis is in big trouble for stealing the Gamma's elixir..." Once again, just like before—based solely on the elixir's submission effect and Victoria's accusation, I could be completely nailed to the pillar of shame for theft. I felt the weight of their judgment, the heat of their stares. In my previous life, this moment had broken me, had sent me spiraling into despair and ultimately to my death.

“Heard you got someone real angry out there. Someone who pays well.” Sherah furrowed her brows. Her senses are on high alert. She covered her belly with her hands immediately. “Is this another of Sophia's or maybe Ethan's attempts at revenge?" She questioned immediately. "This is unfair." She whispered in grievance. The woman lunged, followed by two others. Sherah’s body reacted before her mind could catch up. She ducked, sidestepped, and countered, her elbow crashing into the nearest attacker's ribs. A second assailant grabbed her by the arm tightly, but Sherah twisted free, sending the woman stumbling into the bars. The last one hesitated, eyes flickering with uncertainty.

I knew this was his revenge, for all the times I’d denied him sex, all the times I’d left him high and dry and all the times I’d fucked his father, this was his payback time and he was using it well and I was enjoying every bit of it. He shifted his angle, his thrusts becoming shorter, sharper, and more frequent. I felt the build-up—the frantic, electric tension in my lower belly that threatened to shatter me. Janet saw it in my eyes. She leaned down, her teeth grazing my earlobe. "Do it, bitch," she whispered. "Come for us. Show us how much of a mess you can make." I broke. A violent, pulsing release rippled through me, my internal muscles clamping around Reign’s cock in a desperate, rhythm

“She had gotten afflicted with an incurable disease by then, and amid her despair, she suddenly thought of reconnecting with me, of all people! It turned out that she had no one else to pour her heart out to, you know; what a poor, pathetic thing. She had bawled over the phone, and all her angst concerned you—she spoke as though you were her actual, biological son. Couldn’t calm herself from the fear of that bastard son stealing away what she thought belonged to you alone. “So? I gave her an idea. She couldn’t stomach the thought of another woman taking over her role after she died, could she? Couldn’t stand the thought of that slut marshaling her lil’ bastard into contesting for that Tremon

The girl who once smiled at me with unfiltered sweetness was now staring up at me, offering herself in ways I never thought she would. And yet, as much as I wanted to revel in my supposed victory, something inside me shifted. It wasn’t anger or lust—it was something darker, sharper. Shame. A suffocating wave of it crashed over me. What kind of man had I become to drive her to this? To make her kneel, to strip her of her dignity, just to satisfy some twisted notion of revenge? She had once looked at me with love, with purity. And now, she was lowering herself to the punishment I had cruelly crafted for her.

She followed the muffled moans down the hallway, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. Peeking into the bedroom, she saw it all: Matteo, her boyfriend of two years, buried deep inside some blonde bimbo from his office, his hips thrusting with reckless abandon. The woman’s legs were wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back as she cried out his name. Sable’s world tilted, rage boiling up from her core like lava. She didn’t scream or cry; instead, a cold, calculated fury settled in. Revenge. That’s what she needed. Something that would shatter him the way he’d shattered her trust.

What is revenge when the pain begins to taste like power? Sheila once thought that uncovering Adrian’s betrayal would bring her peace. But truth, as it often does, had only sharpened her rage. Finding her medical records, discovering that her kidney , her sacrifice had been sold, not used to save him, had broken something sacred inside her. That was the night she stopped trying to heal and started planning to destroy. She knew that to take down a man like Adrian, she could not simply expose him. He would twist the story, turn victim into villain, truth into manipulation. So she would do what he had done to her. She would make him feel small, weak, helpless.

I sat at my couch, thinking about everything.I can't lie I was disappointed in the person I had become,but I did not want to look back,I wanted revenge and my best friend was just the first person. I made a decision though,I am Never hurting Liam.That ment I am never hooking up with any other man ever again, including Vehaan.There were so many other ways I could revenge. Liam came down and took dinner,then we went straight to bed,he tried bringing up the conversation but I just ignored it.I told him I wanted a baby,really bad.He tried to talk me out of it but I was persistent.

Vanessa locked eyes with Noah through the glass. She smiled — slow, seductive, and utterly victorious — then arched her back deeper, pushed her tits forward, and rode Gideon even more obscenely, putting on the most twisted, erotic, public revenge fuck imaginable.

“I am. I thought something had happened to you. Did you really give Ophelia your shares?” She went silent on the phone, and his eyes widened as he realized Ethan had not been mistaken. “What did she do to you? Are you in danger, Ariel? Please tell me.” “I am not in danger.” He heard her voice quietly. “You said you would stand back,” and then the call disconnected, and he found himself on the line with just Ethan now. He frowned. Stand back? Was this one of Ariel’s revenge plans? How did such a revenge plan work where she would give her hard-earned shares to the enemy?