Short Story On Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

me: " if you are Hayden LI.. and the great business man.. then why did you joined as my father assistant and married me.. " Hayden: " oh you want answer.. ask your dad.. oh I just forgot to say.. from now onwards you won't go out of here... fine let me tell me.. I just joined your father company.. to take my revenge... " Listening to this, I felt like my world collapsed... ' revenge... what revenge...!!!!'

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.

In a nut shell, revenge is a two edged sword that hurts both sides. But Ravi, Phil rather, didn't care about all this. He knew that it was revenge that caused his death in his previous life but he didn't care and he justified it by saying that he was wiser now. He had stood by as he watched people hurt his loved ones until he had no more reason to live but not in this life. Never again. He won't allow anyone to hurt the man he loved. The man who made him cast that one final spell to be reborn again. He asked for a second chance and he won't let any person mess it up for him.

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

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.

That the only good thing he'd done in the midst of that whole situation had come: that sudden revenge plan that had formed in his mind at the speed of a heartbeat. A way to hit Liam and Suzan in their egos where it would hurt the most. A way to keep those two bastards close and figure out how he could make them suffer for what they'd done. A way to do your best to heal Missy's completely destroyed self-esteem... A way to finally be with the woman he loved, as he had been dreaming of for months.

He attacked us and raped Aditi and threw us on the roadside to die. ... I like the colour of revenge. It is scarlet red. There is magic in the word revenge and in its colour. Whenever I think of it, I experience energy firing me up. The bright colour is like bliss and it gives me a sense of immense pleasure, you people cannot imagine it. Bhai always said you must avenge wrongs done to you. The fire of revenge must ignite in you and burn bright till the day you have taken the revenge. Revenge must be taken, no matter what it takes, no matter what happens to you and no matter what consequence it brings.’

she said cautiously trying not to enrage him. "So do you hate me now? Or felt pity, and that's why you forgave me easily?" He asked, his words not sounding calm. "I neither hate you nor felt pity. What you did was out of emotions. The situation you was in might led to anything or something worse than you did. I don't judge you for that. I neither felt pity because you took your revenge. You made your life better on your own like every adult but it was really something courageous. And maybe the behavior you had with me or everything you did might be the consequence of your disturbed past. So I neither judged you nor felt sentimental but I felt your pain of losing your mother. Because I also l

High School Revenge By Heartcode Chapter 3 "I'm telling you I have a bad feeling about that new intake" Mrs Morgan aka known as the prophetess said. "What bad feeling? She's just a new intake for the final year class." "She's bad news. I can perceive the aura round her. It's evil. She reeks of misfortune, revenge and pain." "Oh, Mrs Morgan! Are you doing that your prophecy thing again? How many times will we remind you that you are not a prophetess."