Silent Revenge Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Grace. The forest really isn't safe. I have to find him. I promise I'll come back and finish this with you." I gave him a faint smile, though I could barely breathe through the pain in my chest. He would not come back once he left. That was always how it ended. As he bent down to comfort Laila, I quietly poured the bond-breaking potion into the wine glass. I walked over and held it out to him, my voice soft but firm. "Finish this, and I'll forgive you." Philip smiled and finished it in one gulp. He put the glass down and left with Laila without a second glance.

Liora continued. Her voice began to shake with restrained emotion. "The audio recording you just heard is Silas White’s confession to sabotaging my mother Sofia White’s car.” “He did not merely let my mother die he planned it for stock shares and to erase his gambling debts." On the screen, the audio recording Liora had uncovered in the previous chapter played again. Silas’s cold voice saying "Just let it happen... it’s a necessary sacrifice" echoed throughout the room. Women in the front rows covered their mouths in shock at the cruelty of the man standing on stage.

"That’s the secret. The machine runs itself. I am just the ghost inside it." The silence stretched, becoming heavy and suffocating. In the total darkness outside the light, Lyra felt as though the walls were closing in. This was the sensory deprivation she had asked for—the stripping away of the world until there was nothing left but the raw, uncomfortable truth of the person sitting across from you. Suddenly, Silas’s hand twitched. He looked down at the Ledger, his eyes wide. "Do you hear that?" he asked, his voice trembling. "Hear what, Silas?"

I answered, my voice trembling but firm. We crept up the stairs, and as we neared the top, I hid by the wall opposite my bedroom door. I watched as Lucas slowly approached the door. His gun was steady in his hand as he scanned the rooms around him for any sign of movement. When he reached the door, he hesitated for a moment, pressing his ear to it, listening. Inside, I could hear voices. It was Derek and Jael. My blood ran cold as I listened. “What do you mean you don’t know the combination to the safe? You’ve been with her all these years and you still don’t know?” Jael’s voice was sharp, dripping with frustration.

She had researched the rejection ritual eighteen months ago, reading the pack law texts she wasn't supposed to have access to, in the library, at two in the morning, while everyone slept. She had memorized the exact moment the words became binding. She knew precisely when she needed to move. He looked at her one last time. Something passed through those grey eyes. Not regret. Not cruelty. Just finality. The absolute certainty of a man who had never once considered the possibility that the most dangerous thing in this clearing was standing quietly in white, waiting for him to make the last mistake. He drew breath. Opened his mouth. And Sera looked at him through him with three years of silenc

A muffled scream left Selene’s throat as she pulled her hair so tightly that her scalp stung. She could feel the hot water pouring over her face, but it did nothing to wash away the humiliation she felt. Because her mind kept replaying exactly what happened on the dark highway. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way his palm slid up her dress and the feeling of his fingers against soaked clit. Your body says otherwise, El. Hearing him call her El after all these years cut the deepest. It was a reminder of the boy he used to be, before he turned into a heartless person.

I reunited with my ex-husband for the first time in six years in a courtroom. He sat on the bench, while I stood in the dock as a murder defendant. The moment Tristan Hodges recognized my face, his eyes widened in shock. "You're… Sabrina?" His reaction did not surprise me. After all, who could have imagined that Sabrina Westbrook, the woman who used to burst into tears at the sight of a cockroach, and Hope Westbrook, the serial killer who had murdered five people, were one and the same? Tristan's eyes turned bloodshot, and his teeth ground together with barely contained fury. "Six years. Five lives. Five families broken forever… Sabrina Westbrook, how could you bring yourself to do it?"

When he already put the heart inside the box, the guy holding it secure the box by locking it then left. He looked again to the guy lying on the ground. “Clean my mess,” he ordered his men while looking so happy. “Yes sir!” all of his men chorused in answering. He walked towards his seat and got the notebook on his desk. He then walked again to the place where Vincent died. He slowly let his fingers cross to the blood on the floor. He smelled it first then used his blood to mark “X” on Vincent’s face on his list. “Vincent Finesse… dead,” he said while smiling then he licked his fingertips. He even closed his eyes while tasting the blood from Vincent’s dead body.

Panic fluttered in her chest as she realized the gravity of the evidence he possessed. As Selena navigated the murky waters of her betrayal, she became consumed with preserving her own reputation and freedom. She sought out the assistance of powerful individuals who owed her favors, imploring them to shield her from Ryan's attempts to expose her. The walls were closing in, and she had to protect herself at all costs. Selena's connections weaved a complex web of obstructions, effectively cutting off Ryan from reaching her through conventional channels. Her words were quickly forgotten, erased from existence before they ever reached his eyes. She hoped that by denying him a voice, she could ke

"Well, too bad, I am not the person to mess with. Don't ever think of running away from this prison you have dared to enter coz I'm never setting you free." He stood up and I gasped. I am still averting eye contact. "You know what?" He placed both his hands on the table and leaned his body a little towards me. This time, I felt the need to look at him. "You're such a slut," he ended up the night with that claim and left me on that place still not processing everything. When the silence of the night came to me after minutes of staying there motionless, a tear fell again. On this silent night, I can hear my silent cries the loudest. 🔸🔸🔸