Short Story On Revenge Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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.

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."

"Your Dad took everything from us and caused my father's death. We suffered a lot until now, and I promised to seek revenge. The sight of you every day makes me want to rip off your head and smash you against the wall. Each time you hug me, I scrub myself until I bleed. Each time you try to kiss me, I move away because I can't bear to kiss a disgusting mouth like yours. It satisfies me to see you so broken, like I've seen Cathy when our father passed away. It'll satisfy me more to see you dead." He spat, and Margarita involuntarily shivered. "I didn't do anything," she wept, shaking her head as she took several steps back. She never would have expected this turn of events. Everything was hap

“We got off to a bad start, you know? I'm not that crazy person who lives on gossip, the most dangerous thing I've done in Connecticut is give my father a dog that destroys my mother's shoes, and discussions with students of ancient art history. It's a completely different reality than the one you live here, that's why I'm so supportive and so different in acting and thinking when everything involves your actions. The world out there is very different from the world here in Egypt, if you sit down with ten people for a good conversation and talk about revenge, most can simply answer that it is abominable, we all know that life with a purpose focused only on revenge becomes empty, with no real

"When he committed cyber-bullying and beat Mr. Keele up, why didn't he think of showing mercy then?" "Pity the victim, sure, but don't forget their wrongdoing." Seeing that I remained unmoved, a trace of resentment flickered in Ethan's parents' eyes.

Julian explained, pressing on last floor. Mathias sighed, shaking his head in disbelief he will go this broke to even get an unprofessional lawyer. “Don’t worry, father. It’s only a matter of time before we get our revenge on him with the dirty we have on him.” Julian said with a wicked smile. “It’s about time they paid.” Mathias’s smiled smugly.

She mumbled to herself as she got up from her place with a sarcastic smile on her face and threw the letter on the table. "If there truly is another door that would open up for me, shall I consider this letter as that door?" She mumbled to herself and wiped the tears off her cheeks. "In these ten days, I have seen the worst days, the lowest point of my life. I lost my job and my father is on the brink of death," She shrug her shoulder as she looked down on the crumpled up letter she threw - "But if all this had the slightest hope to change then I will be stubborn enough to grab it." She gathered all her courage and decided to pay a visit to the person who was so glad as to invite her.

I got to the garden and sat on the bench I usually sit on. “Gova, I have arrived with very good news to share with you. I have finally exacted revenge on my uncle. I fooled him using an old trick,” I continued. “I knew my uncle was very greedy so I organized a meeting announcing that I would be giving out money to the needy. I ordered the needy to get in a line in order to receive the money. They all did as I had instigated and my uncle was the second in line. It got to his turn and I remembered him of the past, I remembered what he usually says to me and how he refers to me as the burden of the family. I remembered how he always blames me for the death of my parents. He begged but I didn’t