Stories Of Revenge Novels & Stories

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

She was so easy to play with that it was funny. She pointed at me and tried to reach for me again, but Seth pulled her back. “She is the one who did this!” “She doesn’t have sex videos all over the internet. Tell me the truth, Celeste. For fucking once in your life, can you be fucking honest?” “Yes, but it was a long time ago, and it was in college. It was Ivy—” “I can’t believe you would do something like this. No wonder this is happening to you. Someone is taking revenge against you for all you have done. Ivy was right. This is karma. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

PROLOGUE They say revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re wrong. Revenge is a nine-year plan executed in Louboutins and a smile that never reaches your eyes. It’s watching your ex-husband’s empire crumble while yours rises like a phoenix built from the ashes of every tear you cried alone. It’s standing in front of cameras with your son, the child they tried to steal from you, and watching the world finally see the truth. I got my revenge. I won.

Honestly, from what I’d pieced together about their world and their family, I wouldn’t want to f*ck with them, and the longer I stayed here, the more I felt like a ticking time bomb. What if there’s an attack? What if I become collateral damage in a war I didn’t choose, and get caught in a crossfire? Or worse, what if I get kidnapped? My stomach twisted into tight knots and my chest squeezed itself into a panic ball. This was way above my pay grade.... If only I had any. I needed to talk to Gabriel. I had to convince him to take me back to my Papa. I would work my butt off until I pay back every penny gave El Diablo. I wasn’t cut out for this life....guns, gangs and revenge.

The Dark Moon pack was coming-and they were ready to fight. "Sophia," Ash said with eyes of a serious intensity. "Whatever happens, remember that your loyalty is to your family, your pack. We will protect each other." "I know," she said, her voice firming into an unmovable decision. "We'll fight together." It wasn't until the first silhouettes finally cut through the trees that Sophia felt her heart race in her chest. She was ready for whatever was to come next-ready to defend her family, her pack, and the love she still held within her for Daniel, whatever the outcome.

She thought of all the pain Veronica had caused her. But she also thought about what Carter had told her once, 'revenge is a never-ending road, and if she walked it for too long, she might never find peace.' Nicole’s chest rose and fell in deep contemplation. Finally, she exhaled sharply and turned back to Veronica, meeting her desperate eyes. "We’ll see." Veronica's eyes widened with surprise, and her lips parted to say something, and before even uttering a single word, the clerk boomed his lungs out:

He chuckled as I sat on the couch beside his bed. This was not right, but it was suddenly like I had no other option. He was stubborn and I did not want him to exert himself and die. “Tell me,” he said gently. “You heard everything I said yesterday?” I asked, surprised. He nodded, “Up till that time you began to sob heavily, and I could not tell you I was fine.” “I wish I never told you,” I said, looking down at my hand in his. “It will only distress you. I will take my revenge on Ophelia and you will have to stand back and watch, unable to do anything.”

"But I beg you, don't do it. It's very dangerous. I don’t want to see you trapped in hatred that will bring no happiness." Cassandra fell silent for a moment. Although she knew how deeply Aunt Marie was worried, her heart was already filled with a firm resolve to avenge what Antonio had done to her. "I have to do it, Aunt. It’s the only way I can find peace. I can’t just forget what happened. I need to do this." Uncle Lionel, who had been sitting near the door, approached and sat next to Cassandra. "I agree with Aunt Marie," he said with a voice full of concern. "I know it’s hard, but seeking revenge will make your life more dangerous, Cassandra. You've suffered enough."

“I can’t stay here and watch. I have to do something.” He was a good man. A good boy who’d grown up into something much better that couldn’t be found in this horrible world. He was too kind-hearted for his own good. “You’re going to get yourself killed. And for what? To make yourself a martyr that no one asked for? The Crows won’t just kill you if they find you!” A cry escaped her as she thought about what the Crows’ soldiers did to rebels. Killing them would be too kind for the fucking monsters. Rebels were sold into slavery, raped, tortured, and their bodies desecrated when they finally died after they were put through hell.

The impact of those words hit me like a punch to the gut. That love triangle hadn’t just fallen apart. It had ended tragically. Suddenly, the sadness in Thomas’s eyes, the photo he kept so carefully, and even Masato’s hostility all made sense. I was getting involved in something much bigger than I had anticipated. But what did this story mean for me? I wanted revenge for Masato, but finding myself caught between these two men, I began to question my own feelings. Thomas wasn’t just a ruthless businessman. There were deeper layers, secrets he kept hidden, and now, I was involved.