Stories Of Revenge Novels & Stories

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…"

* Dan walked towards the car and went in, he luckily escaped being caught by the boys all thanks to James who informed him early. "James, I'm safe... I got away," Dan said over the phone. "Okay, boss," James replied and the call ended. Dan started the car and started leaving, still happy that the timely intervention of one of the men saved him from the bullet that nearly hit him. As he got home, he pulled off his clothes and went into the bathroom to immerse himself in the bath to cool off his anxiety. This was the third time he is escaping death, the first one was the accident, the second one was when the cops shot at him, and now Edwardo's boys. He knew he was going to leave to have his Re

He said each word with an emphasis that made her face burn. - W-well… – she gasped, closing her hands into fists on the table, to try to control her reactions – What if… What if Liam and Suzan aren't affected? That's what revenge is about, isn't it? - Oh, they will, don't worry. – although her posture as a whole remained unchanged, she could see that dangerous and infuriated gleam in the green eyes – After so many years in this industry, I met many people like them. When they consider someone inferior, they simply cannot bear to see them succeed in any way. Foster and Newton believe they have destroyed it. That whenever you see them you'll feel like you're nothing. But let's show them otherw

She whispered to her own self. "What?" He asked her loud and clear. "So you are from that mafia gang, Stalza." She screamed on top of her lungs since she was scared. And to her reaction, the men around her pushed their ammunitions further to her throat. "Hehe," his eyes lit up, "That's right princess. I am from that dirty mafia gang everyone is talking about." He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world,

I will surely get to the root of this and get revenge! Those wicked people that murdered my parents should get ready for a taste of my vengeance!

If she wanted revenge, she would have to step deeper into the world of the Orlov family. And once she did… there would be no turning back.

Sophia’s chest tightened. “Who?” Marissa shrugged slightly. “They never proved it.” “But they’ve believed it ever since.” Sophia’s thoughts spun. “You’re saying they came back here for revenge?” Marissa nodded slowly. “And they planned it carefully.” Sophia suddenly felt sick. “What kind of revenge?” Marissa’s voice softened. “They wanted to ruin the people who embarrassed them.” Sophia stared at the ground. “But that doesn’t involve us.” Marissa’s gaze darkened. “Are you sure?”

His voice was calm, but firm. “Then why?” she whispered. “So you can get revenge,” he said, not softening. The word struck odd and hard in the hum of the party. “Get your life back.” Her breath hitched. “Why?” “Because you deserve it,” he replied. His gaze was steady, unflinching. “Because the bastard deserves everything that’s coming.” Selene’s breath caught, a surge of anger flooding through her. "What do you mean?" "He’s been playing you for years. You think he’s the man you married, but he’s not. He’s nothing more than a coward."

"Try not to get shot before the appetizers." Nico pushed me toward the SUV. "Get in," he growled. I climbed into the backseat. The doors locked with a loud thud. As we sped out of the garage and into the night, I considered Sloane’s words. Vendetta. Revenge. The Volkovs wanted revenge for being pushed out of the city. My father wanted revenge for being exiled. Julian wanted revenge for his humiliation. Everyone wanted blood. And I was the currency they were using to buy it.

And as her mouth moves higher and my breath catches and the lights of Zurich sparkle beyond the windows, I think about how wrong everyone has it. They think I’m the victim. They think Dominic is the villain. They think this is a love story about forbidden desire and impossible choices. But it’s not. It’s a revenge story. And I’m going to win.