Short Story About Revenge Novels & Stories

“Revenge.” ‎

“And he still cheated. You gave him everything. You helped her rise. And how did she repay you? She stabbed you in the back.” Selene’s grip on the sink tightened. There was a pause, then a cruel smile from the figure. “You gave him your heart, and he gave it to your best friend.” The figure leaned closer through the glass, its voice now a whisper laced with rage. “Come on, Selene. Make them pay.”

She wants to repair the irreparable by saving what can still be saved. And me… what do I want? I want to survive. I want my children to survive. I want to grow strong enough so that no one can ever hurt me again. And I want… I want to strike back. An eye for an eye. I want the whole city to taste the ashes of my humiliation. But revenge is a dish best served cold. It takes time. Patience. Resources. Strength. Everything I don't have. Everything Martha can give me.

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."

Well, I was always surrounded by guys since they were instrumental in our vengeance plotting, but I was not really interested in any of them. I recall from my childhood that I had to devote my time and energy to exercising and increasing my stamina on a daily basis. Boys were never only a source of disruption in our plans. I couldn't allow myself to be disturbed. All of a sudden, a hazy memory of my very first rejection came flooding back to me. “Kick harder, Av! How would you kill a bear with that kick? Harder!”

It was none other than my sister, wearing a wicked smile as she watches me fall from this 20 story building. I tightly closed my eyes. Is this the end? Isn’t it too unfair? I only wanted to live life with the man I love! Is that wrong for me to dream about?! I clenched my teeth. If God would grant me another life, I’ll make sure to find out everything and get revenge on those two!

Since then she has again disappeared. The more I thought about it, my heart and mind agreed that we should forgive Badar. But not before we have some fun. Let him think that I haven't forgiven him yet. Let him struggle to get me to forgive him. Let him feel the pain that I felt. Let me get some revenge for what he did to me. Well not harmful revenge but little harmless revenge. **Badar's pov**

I asked inside my mind. I stretched my mimic muscles forming a dumb smile, trying to find the words to describe my novel, that wouldn't give him any stupid ideas… But, I instantly got tired of making it all too complicated. “It's about revenge. My main character lost his loved one and he kills everyone who was the part of the plot,” I stated, letting it all go. After all, there were a lot of stories like that before. Acting suspicious about the subject of my novel could only make my situation worse.

John Hunters. Finally my plan is falling into place, its finally time for me to enact the revenge that’s been burning in my heart since 18 years ago. Although Dana didn’t really know why she’s trained to hunt wolves, she’s indirectly enacting revenge on those who had taken her mother away from her. They murdered her mother in cold blood_ I am going to take my pound of flesh, I am going to destroy them all and everything that they hold dear and I am going to start with the ones Dana told me about…

The house where I'd tried so hard to build a family, where I'd given everything and received nothing in return. "They're going to pay for this," I said quietly, my hands clenched in my lap. "For everything they've done." Sophia glanced at me, something fierce and approving in her expression. "Damn right they are." I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Revenge would come later, I promised myself. Alex thought he could discard me like trash, thought I was too weak and broken to fight back. He was wrong. But first, I needed to heal. I needed to rebuild myself, to remember who I was before I became Mrs. Alex Hayes.