Short Story About Revenge Novels & Stories

“What are you talking about?” “See, kid, we know you’ve got a thing for the new girl. What was it, Alice Hawkins? Oh, yeah. I just wanted to let you know that my particular recipe for revenge involves cornering that girl and letting my men have their way with her. Might be now, might be a few days from now, or it might be a few weeks.” In my anger, I roared and reached for his throat, not minding the fact that there were people around me who could see my arm morphing into that of a wolf’s.

"I got beaten up because of you, bastard. Didn't you say you don't like Leila? Then, why the fuck did you provoke her?" I yelled, throwing a pillow at him for making fun of my predicament. Almost in tears. "Alright, blame this on me; I owe you," he said, picking up the pillow. He wiped my tears with the back of his palm. "Don't worry; whatever the Long family owes you, I will collect it in due time." I choked back my sobs and shook my head. "I want to get revenge, but I don't need your help." "Why?" he asked, surprised.

He remained steadfast in his belief that true justice could be achieved through compassion and integrity. As the fight for justice continued, Alex learned to navigate the delicate balance between personal grief and public responsibility. The shadow of revenge no longer loomed over him as a dark cloud; instead, it had transformed into a guiding light, illuminating the path toward meaningful change. In this journey, he discovered that the most powerful revenge was not in retaliation but in the relentless pursuit of justice that could foster healing, growth, and a better future for all.

She had been the only person who stayed beside him when everyone else began turning away. And after she disappeared— not a single trace of her had ever truly been found. “I don’t believe you,” Dante said coldly. Victor chuckled softly as he slowly got back to his feet. “But you’re curious.” Dante said nothing. Because the most infuriating part— was that Victor was right. “What proof do you have?” Dante finally asked. Victor took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped the blood from his face. “Peter wanted revenge on anyone who ever touched Aurora.”

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Issue 5 of “Hopeless Henry” By Alice Bennet Taken from the University Gazette I pounded on Reuben’s door with hate in my heart and murderous rage running through my veins. No one did to me what he’d done and got away with it. He was going to die. Today. I was going to kick his ass from this century to the next. And nothing was going to stop me from meting out his punishment and attaining some justice. His door opened. I grabbed the front of his shirt by two handfuls and was dragging him out of his room and into the hall before he fully realized it was me.

I wish I would be able to spend the rest of my life with this man, though a mafia, he's so gentle, kind and understanding, totally different from Aiden who's full of himself. The first thing we do as we force our way into the residence is to shoot dead the men at the gate, more at the verandah comes up for retaliation, our men, those in front encircle us while the others come up to attack them, I watch with my eyes as their lifeless body lies on the ground, blood spilling over, streaming like water poured from a source. I remember the scene five years ago, where my parents lay lifeless on the ground, the same blood streaming from their body. If I don't get revenge, I'll never have any rest.

Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me. I am Ann hamburger, a self independent woman and not sex addict, and I am back to get my revenge on everyone who used me. Get ready for a revenge love story of miss Ann hamburger, with a lots of steamy scene.... [Excerpt] “Get her, she has taken my money… she’ll have to give me more than she has taken” Alec said to his guard coldly. No one messes with him and if this harlot had dared to… she has to bear the consequences.

He came through with his vow to destroy all our lives. Even though I killed him in the end, he still won. “Is that it?” I asked eventually. He grinned again and said “No, I saved the best act of revenge until the end. The biggest revenge of all was doing to your families, what was done to him. Your father and his father both stole a slave and a baby from him, so he stole a baby from you, then made that baby his slave seventeen years later”

explained Xavier. "Why don't you just leave it to the police, let this be their business," said Maria, who did not understand her son's way of thinking. "Mom, this is not an easy thing. I want to avenge James' death. I don't want her to just sleep in prison peacefully, I want to make her suffer, hurt..." Maria felt short of breath with what her son said. "Xavier," Maria said, cutting Xavier's words. Her hand moved to grip her husband's hand that was on her shoulder.