Short Story On Revenge Novels & Stories

But deep down, I know that revenge, while sweet, comes with its own burdens. I sit in my office, staring out the window, the cityscape blurring as my thoughts drift. The cost of this revenge weighs heavily on my mind. I’ve sacrificed so much—my family, the people I love most in this world. My thoughts wander to Logan, the man I used to exact my revenge. He loves me deeply, and yet I’ve manipulated him for my own purposes.

I had always known peace and joy ever since he came into my life. "There is also another lesson on this quest of revenge of mine. I learned that the best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury. You both have turned beggars begging for your lives but I know that if I were less powerful, you would have walked all over me. I don't want to live the rest of my life, with the memory that I killed you both." Audrey managed to nod her weak head. Her eyes lit up a bit because she had seen a glimmer of hope that she might live.

she opens her mouth a few times, searching for the words, but I gently hold her hands and shake my head. “It’s not your fault. Things just… turned out this way. Maybe this was how our story was meant to end. It started with a foolish act of revenge—and in the end, revenge is exactly how it died.”

Just the way I liked it. But there was still an itch I couldn’t scratch. The kind that sank deep, an ache gnawing at my insides every time I closed my eyes. Revenge. I’d returned to finish what had started years ago, blood debts left unpaid. I was patient, though. I’d learned to savor it—blood, sweat, and tears from everyone who’d ever dared to cross me.

I also had to work very hard to get those mafias to spare my life. “Bastard, I will definitely kill you.” With that, Duane left with an angry face. I guess he's planning to get his revenge on me in the most painful way, so I have to leave the factory as soon as possible. At least in another area, he wouldn't dare kill people. But when Alva wasn't here, PSS wouldn't let me go anywhere else, so I tried to stay away from Duane, thinking that would make the hatred in his heart subside. But on the contrary, Duane thought I looked down on him, he almost killed me.

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…"

I remember the time, this room was ambushed as a payback cuz I shaved off some dickhead's head as revenge for cheating on my friend and later I broke his arm for another revenge. I always believe in paybacks and revenge cuz the satisfaction is so unreal. The feeling of beating someone who did you wrong and hear all those cracks is extremely satisfactory. I have also wanted to kill someone like I don't know but how cool would that be? If not kill, I at least want to shoot someone so that I don't die with any regrets. Not that I would kill someone innocent- pfft are you crazy? I would kill someone who would deserve it, of course. It is on my wish list. I actually have a long wish list.

I couldn't be bothered wasting any more time with them, so I waved and had the lawyer file a lawsuit against Angelo. After leaving the company, I returned home. The moment I walked through the door, Mrs. Cervantes rushed at me, shouting accusations, "Mr. Shannon, did you frame Angelo and get him thrown into lockup?! How could someone born as rich as you are have such a vicious heart?! You should be careful of what you do from now on as karma can be a real bitch!" I didn't respond to her outburst. She took a breath and continued, "But it's not like I can't forgive you. If you call the station now, get Angelo out, apologize to him, and then compensate us with 750,000 dollars, we'll let this go

"I should repay them for their cruel treatment of me, using you as my weapon to get revenge." Jasmine's hand clenched against her chest, trembling. "But what will I gain after that?" she asked, her voice almost fading away. Jasmine weakly clutched Mr. Hawthorne's shirt. "I have already suffered because of the darkness they've brought into my life, and I cannot endure more by living in the shadow of regret if I seek revenge. So, please..." Mr. Hawthorne gazed at Jasmine for a long time, sensing her strength and determination, making his heart tremble. Jasmine was different from him, who planned to seek revenge on the Fosters in the future.

I said frankly. " Oh, you think that I will expect some payment in kind? " He asked. " Even if you did, would not receive it. Try doing it and then I will show you what I am." I said with confidence. " Thanks for the warning. Well, just rest assured, I didn't even think about it not everyone is alike. " He said and I felt bad. I should not have been that direct because he had already helped me without any expectation in return. " I am sorry, I got into trouble because I was too trusting some time back. But I learnt my lesson. On my way here I meet myself a promise that I won't make the same mistake again. "