Short Story About Revenge Novels & Stories

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

Why should I remain good to people after that? Sophia's head fell. They are on the same boat. He's lucky he still has battalion of soldiers who are still submissive to him, his wealth is still there and his mother is fighting to live. What about her? Even her dignity is gone and that's why she hates herself for loving Justin. "You never told me about this. West, revenge is sweet, but it also has its consequences. If you hurt them, you will be no different from them, I think you should…"

He had been hurt by the people he loved deeply, and so he'd get his revenge on them. He had informed her that he was on board with her idea, so they had formulated a plan. They'd lay in wait for the perfect moment. For days, she had hardly stepped out of her home, and even though they could easily break into her home, they couldn't. They waited for the perfect moment, which presented itself when she finally stepped out of her home. As soon as she had heard the news, she had been more than happy; she'd finally get her revenge.

She would survive this. And one day, she would make him pay for everything he had taken from her. Walking to the window, she stared out at the city lights again. They seemed colder now, less alive. But they reminded her of one truth: she was still here. She had not been defeated yet. And as long as she drew breath, her revenge would remain. This was not the end—it was only the beginning.

This was only the beginning of my little revenge. "This isn't you, Eleanor, this isn't you..." Eloise screamed, terrified, realizing I wouldn't intervene to protect her. "Some girls dream of living a great love story. Maybe my story isn't about love, but about revenge," I replied with a serious expression on my face. I put on my sunglasses and headed back towards my room, with the help of one of the maids, still pretending to be blind. As I walked down the hallway, I felt the weight of the choices I had made, but also the satisfaction of finally starting to settle the score. The story I was writing wasn't a love fable, but a dark tale of retribution and power. And I was just getting started.

The man I knew, the Masato who always seemed in control of everything, had gone through that? "When he finally got out, he wasn’t the same. And that’s when his revenge began." Thomas moved closer to the table and, in a somber voice, said: "He went back to that orphanage. He ordered it to be set on fire, with all the staff inside. None of them survived." I felt the blood drain from my face. I couldn’t imagine Masato, with all his charm and self-control, ordering something like that. I mean, yes, there was danger in his eyes, and I knew making him angry was definitely risky, but…

“Amelia “ Williams called with his hands in his pocket . “If I were you will , I am going to run or even still kill myself because right now, I am more richer and have more power than you , I am back and this time I would not show any mercy , all those who had caused me pain would suffer “ “ if I were you Santiago, I would kill myself because what’s coming , I wouldn't be able to hold it . You don’t know when I would hit you so bad . When she finished speaking , she turned , she was satisfied with the lols that he had on . She wasn’t going to back down , this was just the beginning of her revenge , it was more like the tip of an iceberg.

You did not expect to see it, did you? This one was a bit difficult to find, I'll confess. He was very vigilant, a most cynical fellow. I had a lot of fun with him. Revenge is such an effective drive, don't you think? I hope you're not slacking. You're supposed to feel the heat. Everyone will die, and you'll be last. So no need to chase me around, we'll meet soon. I promise. Till then.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.