Silence Revenge Novels & Stories

She didn’t know then that some silences weren’t empty. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment they could break everything open.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. But I couldn’t live with the alternative not trying.” Silas crossed the room in three strides, stopping just short of touching. “You think I don’t understand that? I built this entire empire on the ashes of people who tried to break me. I spent years planning revenge on your brother on you only to end up here, terrified of losing the one person who makes the revenge feel pointless.” Aiden reached out, fingers brushing Silas’s scarred lip. “Then let it be pointless. Let it go.”

However, Keaton's cheating affairs with my secretary, Camilla surged deep inside, making me cold–blooded and leaving me with no choice than to act. Now, the only word that echoed in my mind is: REVENGE.

When she was close enough to touch, she swung at me. I stepped back just in time. Emily's hand cut through empty air, and she stumbled, nearly falling. I watched, my face an emotionless mask, as she struggled to regain her balance. She looked up at me, disbelief etched on her face. "You...you wouldn't catch me?" Her logic was a puzzle I could not solve on the spot. "You tried to slap me, I dodged, and so, you were the one who ended up falling. "And now you're blaming me for not catching you?

"In it. Alone." She looked at him. At the water on his face. At the way his shirt stuck to his shoulders. At his eyes, watching her with that intensity she'd come to recognize. "We're not alone," she said quietly. "No." He met her eyes. "We're not." The rain hammered the ground. Thunder rumbled again, closer this time. The world narrowed to this doorway, this moment, these two people. Neither spoke. The silence wasn't empty. It was full. Full of everything they hadn't said. Full of all the moments that had led here.

Then, just before she sensed he was about to administer his final revenge, she thrust upward with both hands against his chest, toppling him off of her and following up her surprise attack. "All right, Mr. Jensen," she responded with a frightening menace that was slightly undermined by the ragged arousal in her voice. "I'm entitled to retribution, too! She began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, her gaze firmly holding his as she fired questions at him. "Did you or did you not plot the seduction of this poor, vulnerable girl laying atop you who is now struggling for her rights?" Michael at first shook his head, his chest still heaving with laughter; nevertheless, in response to Estel's a

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

she smiled genuinely making me heart warm up to her. I mastered up a small smile and went inside, I felt my anxiety pipe up and I nodded at them in acknowledgment. One good thing about my family is that they all are comfortable with my silence. Apart from my parents no one knows that I can speak again and no one ever forced me to either. It's better this way. Not having to explain anything to anyone. Staying in my own mind, even though it can be harmful sometimes I don't care. "I'm literally stinking and exhausted right now" I wanted to groan but smiled at what Malaika was saying. She was a nice girl with an even beautiful accent. Her Urdu is to die for, god. That's my new inspiration right

“I swear it.” When his breath washed over my mouth, an electric current sizzled through me. Cupping his face in my hands, I said, “I know exactly how. By just moving on and being happy. Happiness will be our greatest revenge. He’ll hate it. It’ll eat him alive. And we’ll just carry on together, forgetting he ever existed, just living happily ever after. In fact, I think I’m forgetting about him right now.” Wick sounded amused when he murmured, “Wait. Who were we talking about, again?”

Another message. Don’t forget why you’re here. My breath hitches. Who is this? How do they know? I type a reply, my fingers trembling. Who is this? No answer. Just silence. The phone screen goes dark, reflecting my face back at me. Pale. Wide-eyed. Haunted. Enemy in the mirror. And the voice in my head is louder than the silence. If I’m not careful, it won’t be revenge that ruins me. It’ll be him.