Silence Revenge Novels & Stories

He tasted the silence after the line fell. “Harm him until he is not recognizable,” he said, more to himself than to anyone. “But keep him alive.” The sentence was small, exact. He put his hands in his pockets. His voice did not tremble. Coldness lived in the space between his ribs. They made me like this, he thought, quiet and unmoving. Now… now it is time for revenge. The promise was thin, hard, like bone.

I'm not sure why that bothers me more than cooperation would have. Maybe because screaming would have been honest. Raw. Real in a way that nothing else about this arrangement has been. It would have been proof that she was still fighting, still refusing to accept what she'd become, still clinging to some version of herself that existed before contracts were signed and ownership was transferred. Silence, though... silence is something else entirely. Silence is strategy, or shock, or a kind of surrender so complete it doesn't need to announce itself.

However, right then, I felt only disgust, seeing him covered in lipstick marks and scratches. I felt myself retching. I placed the bag down and ran out. "Rachel, what's happening?" Outside the bedroom, I leaned against the wall and heaved. Sean patted me on the back. I looked at his nervous gaze and used all my might to say, "I'm fine. I think I ate something bad." Sean helped me to the couch. He said he would get me something and left. I sat in the living room in silence. I thought that if he got me some medicine and came clean to me, I would try to forgive him.

“You should have stayed quiet.” He nodded once. A sign for them to carry on and on his order, some of the men took turns raping her brutally while he watched in silence. Her screams echoed through the empty space. Kai didn’t flinch. He simply smoked, eyes dark with controlled rage. When they finished, Lucas’ sister spat blood onto the concrete floor. “You’re a monster.” Tito leaned toward Kai. “Boss, don’t kill her. Not yet. People are already talking. You kill her now and it’ll stain everything—your image, the baby’s future. Let her rot in prison. We can make sure she stays quiet there.”

My broad shoulders trembled under the weight of my absolute, crushing humiliation, but my voice was flat, empty of any remaining pride. "Please," I whispered, the word sounding like it was being torn from my chest with a rusty hook. "Stop Verna. Stop the block. Bring her home." The silence that followed was deafening, save for the crackle of the fireplace. Silas didn't answer immediately. He stared down at me from his leather throne, his aristocratic face slowly twisting from a smug satisfaction into a look of deep, visceral disgust. He didn't look at me like a victorious king looking at a defeated foe; he looked at me like I was a common cockroach crawling across his expensive rug. He slowl

"You know Russian roulette. Seven chambers. One bullet. We take turns. Three pulls each. If we're both alive after six, I'll forgive you." Manuel went still. "Do you really have to be this cold?" "Yeah." Her voice didn't shift. "As long as I'm alive, I can't forgive you. So we leave it to fate. If we both make it, maybe that means I should." "Fine." Manuel clenched his jaw. "Then fate gets to decide." He snatched the revolver off the table, pressed it to his temple, and pulled the trigger. Click. Empty. Shiloh's turn.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Saying no might alert him that I know something. I want him completely clueless. It would make my revenge more sweeter. I run my hand through his soft brown hair, the noise he makes encourages me. “I love you,” he mumbles against my lips, cupping my breasts. His words ring hollow and I realize there’s no feeling behind it. My anger starts to rise but I close my eyes and push into him hard. He matches my pace passionately. The air sings with the heat of our bodies rubbing impatiently together. The last thought that filters into my head before I shove everything away is ‘Nothing will ruin my revenge.’

He knew she w* super angry plus all the missed calls he had gotten from her due to his silent phone. "Babe... Babe" he called out but she gave him the silent treatment. That was how she was whenever she gets so angry, she turns quiet and gives the silent treatment but when you get her more angered, its just like a balloon that air keeps coming in and in and in and boom! It bursts. He closed the door behind him and walked towards her, sitting close to her just at the edge of the bed. "My love, I said I'm sorry. I was wrong, I should have at least texted or called"

“Revenge.” ‎