Stories Of Revenge Novels & Stories

Every time it sees those families get to be happy, the pain increases and it’s rage does too. My name is Vivian Dongalion, I am that lone wolf, and I am going to get my revenge!

Over the years, the opponents changed their clothes, their lexicon, but never changed their reasoning, there were always enemies that stain the soil with blood of both innocent and guilty. In a land of monsters, barbarism is the number one protagonist, savagery is part of the mafia landscape, and Maria De La Cruz, will be the lamb under the disguise of a hungry wolf. She will desire revenge like the desert desires water, she will desire justice, like a child desires its mother's breast, she will be on the line of good and evil at every moment.

For them to cry blood? Ansif caressed her back silently. His action surprised him. But he let it leave. After few minutes, Simran pulled away and said “ You have not completed your revenge yet. Do the same thing my brother did with Aliyah , throw me on road like he did” Ansif watched her in shock. How could she say something like that. Though he thought of doing something like that a the beginning, he could never do that, it is against his morals.

We both smiled at each other, taken back to the day we all met for the first time officially. This was the last thing we needed. The last thing to fit in the puzzle and solve everything. I got what my father wanted for the world to know. This is it. I did it. We all did it. I, Layla Smith, can proudly say that this is the day when my revenge is completed. Xx__xX

She wants to repair the irreparable by saving what can still be saved. And me… what do I want? I want to survive. I want my children to survive. I want to grow strong enough so that no one can ever hurt me again. And I want… I want to strike back. An eye for an eye. I want the whole city to taste the ashes of my humiliation. But revenge is a dish best served cold. It takes time. Patience. Resources. Strength. Everything I don't have. Everything Martha can give me.

Quinton pressed at the faint red mark on the back of his hand and spoke in a pitiful tone, "Dr. Foster, I know you're upset about your hands. I only wanted to share the good news that I’d just published three papers in top journals, but you tried to hurt my hands instead?!" He had stolen my work in plain sight and won everyone's praise. As for me, I was already notorious. Voices of contempt and abuse rose all around me. Before I could say a word, Magnolia slapped me across the face. Then, she ground the heel of her shoe into the back of my hand. The pain nearly made me black out. "Quin never did anything to you! He's still thinking about you on his wedding day, and this is how you repay him?

Life was bent on showing me that my case could only get worse every day. I sniffled aloud, my tears trickling on the floor. I became vulnerable as flashes of my experience came ramming through my head. Flashes of how I was cheated on, bullied and thrown out of my home, and just when I thought I had hit the lowest, I was kidnapped and forced to give my body for my freedom. “I'm a dirty soul, a hopeless fool,” I thought to myself, but I wanted to keep living. Dominic was to blame for my pain, for everything. He gave me a false hope I should have never leaned onto.

Revan barked, attempting to mask the shaking in his voice. The stranger stepped inside, boots echoing against the concrete floor. “Name’s Kael. Business… and revenge… are my specialties.” Revan’s laughter was bitter, hollow. “Revenge? Ha! Everyone’s left me. My business is gone. My wife left me. Even my name… my reputation… is dust. What kind of revenge do you think I can have?” Kael’s smile didn’t waver. “Sometimes, when a man loses everything, that’s when he finally learns to see clearly. You’ve been blinded by arrogance and obsession for too long.”

"It was you, wasn't it? You deliberately made them come after me! You told them about my university and revealed where I was hiding, didn't you? You ruined me, and now I'm going to kill you!" He lunged at me with a knife, but before he could reach me, Steve, who was desperate for money to save his son, kicked Yves away. Steve, no longer the kind-looking man he once was, now looked vicious as he shouted, "Get out of the way, Yves! You're useless! If you kill him, how will I get the ransom money?"

The humiliation and beating were beyond my comprehension and it makes my heart burn in anger. ATLAS POV I listened to Rhea's painful story. My emotions were mixed up as she narrates everything while tears running down her face. I broke from her tight embrace and looked her in the eyes. "I know that deep inside your heart, you wanted to seek revenge because they looked down on you like you were nothing. However, whatever the circumstances may be, seeking revenge ain't a good choice." "I wish to have my revenge after all I've been through in the hands of those who mocked me," she replied. "They thought I would bring bad luck to anyone who comes across my life. Isn't that harsh for them to say?