Stories Of Revenge Novels & Stories

After tonight, they will all bow down to me. I could care less about Sable. I will have my revenge, and it will be glorious and an event for the history books. After all, the victor is the one who gets to tell the story and record the history according to the victor’s account. It will go down as one of justice, retribution, and bringing back law and order and fairness. Even if it is a lie.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a kitchen knife and ended their lives, ultimately receiving a prison sentence. The baby was brought to me. I didn’t keep him. After all, this child was theoretically the offspring of mine and Felicity’s enemies. I’m no saint. I sent him straight to an orphanage and never intervened again. Then one night, I dreamt of Felicity. Turns out her spirit had never left. Only after I completed my revenge was she able to rest. She expressed profound gratitude for my vengeance. My eyes welled with tears as I whispered sincerely, “It should be me thanking you for giving me the chance to live again.”

Luca believed he had imprisoned a defeated man. He couldn't have been more wrong. Lorenzo Valenti had survived betrayal before. He had survived wars. Assassination attempts. Loss. And worse. This prison would not be the place where his story ended. It would be the place where his revenge began.

“Revenge.” “What?” “It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered “I do. But—” “Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock. “What?”

Chapter 7: Revenge is a dish best served cold In this part of my story, I made a decision that was fueled by hatred and the spirit of revenge. I'll admit, I'm not proud of what I did—or maybe I am. After all, Penelope and her gang had it coming. They deserved every ounce of the retribution I served up to them on a silver platter. And sure, some might argue that my actions were extreme, but compared to the years of torment and anguish they had inflicted upon me, it was nothing short of poetic justice.

And on this storm, there were two tragedy-weary and blood-sister women scheming against their vengeance. No daughters anymore. No victims anymore. Revenge of the man who first loved them.

"I don't like you at all, so do your best to remember that and stay out of my way." Wheeling around, I walked out of the study into the room. There was no way I'd stay in the same room as him. I began throwing my clothes into my bags for the second time in a month. He was right. We need to heal. This—whatever it was between us—wasn't working. He'd been lying to me from the start. He really was the cause of my father's death. The lingering voice was right. My revenge plan was back on, and this time, I'd see it to the end, and just like a moth drawn to a flame,

Julian explained, pressing on last floor. Mathias sighed, shaking his head in disbelief he will go this broke to even get an unprofessional lawyer. “Don’t worry, father. It’s only a matter of time before we get our revenge on him with the dirty we have on him.” Julian said with a wicked smile. “It’s about time they paid.” Mathias’s smiled smugly.

While the desire for vengeance still simmered beneath the surface, he learned to channel that energy into advocacy—organizing community forums, raising awareness about the injustices faced by families like his, and empowering others to join the fight for truth and accountability. Through this process, Alex discovered a profound truth: that while the quest for revenge could be intoxicating, the path of healing and justice was far more fulfilling. By focusing on collective action and solidarity, he not only honored his parents’ legacy but also forged deeper connections with those who stood by him. Revenge, he realized, was a solitary endeavor that ultimately led to isolation; justice, on the o

"I need the rest of that document. Now." "You know where to meet me," I snapped before ending the call. There was no time to waste. My car came to a halt for a second and my heart couldn't stop poundig in my ears. I knew already that this was going to go well. This wasn’t just revenge. It was justice. Since Zayde wanted to throw me away for that snake, Ariana, without knowing who she really was and without knowing the secrets she kept. Well, I was about to show him and the world.