Novel & Cerita Short Story About Revenge

Vanya opened the conversation as they waited for the taxi outside the bar, “what kind of revenge, to be precise?” The drunken man who had sobered up slightly then gritted his teeth and responded, “yes, I need to avenge Kevin. He just ruined my hard work and I can’t let that happen. A lesson needs to be taught for that insolent son of a bitch, but I haven’t thought of that deeply. Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing,” lied the girl, “I once got hurt by someone until my life is shattered, and I need to take do the same.”

He screamed and then gritted his teeth to tolerate the pain, blood gushing out of the bullet wound. “Who? Tell me who gave the order?” I screamed again and this time aimed for his right thigh. Gritting, he screamed “Never. Whatever happened, you all think it started now or three years back, then you are complete fools. This story started twenty years back, you fools. This revenge was long due. And you all got it served just now.” Shock rippled through us. My gaze immediately went to my dad and Viren uncle. But, they too stood frozen, not understanding which of their past deed has now back to extract revenge from us.

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.

In fear of her assault on me will come out to the public. I suffered in silence. When I was telling Zia the story. She cried her heart out. In the long run, I was the one that tried to calm her down. When she heard about what had transpired between Axel and I, she hated him instantly. I told her I was planning on how to get back at him, but now. I am too broken to do that. Also finding out the quarterback I have been searching for to help me with the revenge happens to be Jace.

I live in a faraway nest, about thousands of kilometers from here. ''What!?'' They all exclaimed. ''Why did you come here then? What happened?'' The girls chorused. ''That's a long story guys. I lost my loved ones to the pangs of death.'' Marline replied with tears forming in her eyes. ''Oh so sorry little one. Don't cry.'' Alice patted the bird on her back. ''I've been seeking to take revenge on the murderer of my loved ones. You all will help me take revenge right?'' Marline asked them all.

Honestly, from what I’d pieced together about their world and their family, I wouldn’t want to f*ck with them, and the longer I stayed here, the more I felt like a ticking time bomb. What if there’s an attack? What if I become collateral damage in a war I didn’t choose, and get caught in a crossfire? Or worse, what if I get kidnapped? My stomach twisted into tight knots and my chest squeezed itself into a panic ball. This was way above my pay grade.... If only I had any. I needed to talk to Gabriel. I had to convince him to take me back to my Papa. I would work my butt off until I pay back every penny gave El Diablo. I wasn’t cut out for this life....guns, gangs and revenge.

"I should repay them for their cruel treatment of me, using you as my weapon to get revenge." Jasmine's hand clenched against her chest, trembling. "But what will I gain after that?" she asked, her voice almost fading away. Jasmine weakly clutched Mr. Hawthorne's shirt. "I have already suffered because of the darkness they've brought into my life, and I cannot endure more by living in the shadow of regret if I seek revenge. So, please..." Mr. Hawthorne gazed at Jasmine for a long time, sensing her strength and determination, making his heart tremble. Jasmine was different from him, who planned to seek revenge on the Fosters in the future.

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."

Cyril confessed, hiding his face. Everyone looked at him complicatedly. Listening to his confession, Melody sighed. Cyril should know that he would end like this. He had been trapped in a revenge dilemma for many years. Hatred blinded him and kept him in a blind circle. In the end, he suffered all the consequences. However, Cyril's reaction surprised Melody. This must be the soft side of this cold-hearted man. She pursed her lips, took out her phone, and recorded a video of Cyril's confession.

My teeth ached from gripping. Revenge is not a single strike. It is a long, patient thing that makes small demands until the edifice collapses. I had reach. I had time. And when I said I had nothing left to lose, the truth of it stung my tongue like salt. ************ AUTHOR’S NOTE Hi beautiful readers,