Story About Revenge Novels & Stories

I wished there was something I could do. I really wanted my family back,I wanted to feel the peace but I was loosing everything and trying to keep them together was not working. Every sin has consequences and mine were running fast, towards me. That night I stayed up late thinking,I had put myself in a sticky situation.I remembered how happy my life was before,before I chose revenge.I remembered how Vee showed me true love too,but I shook that off.I could not just assume the way he ignored me back then. He chose my friend over me, knowing very well I loved him more than Mila could ever love him.He still chose her just because I was not pretty enough for him.Just because he was one of the pop

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.”

He came through with his vow to destroy all our lives. Even though I killed him in the end, he still won. “Is that it?” I asked eventually. He grinned again and said “No, I saved the best act of revenge until the end. The biggest revenge of all was doing to your families, what was done to him. Your father and his father both stole a slave and a baby from him, so he stole a baby from you, then made that baby his slave seventeen years later”

"And if he actually knows, then was he the one who snatched away my job and spoiled my reputation? Is he helping the Jones?" She asked herself multiple questions over and over again, and moreover they were indeed some logical questions that came to her. She had a gut feeling that someone definitely had the malicious intentions behind her sudden demotion and disruption of her career. She was keen on finding who was the one. "But who?" That one single question was supposed to keep her pestred for a long time. She chose a red dress and prepared her black heels to go along with the outfit. "Boraza Inn? Accident eight years ago? This anonymous letter?" She calculated the occurrence of events, "I

Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me. I am Ann hamburger, a self independent woman and not sex addict, and I am back to get my revenge on everyone who used me. Get ready for a revenge love story of miss Ann hamburger, with a lots of steamy scene.... [Excerpt] “Get her, she has taken my money… she’ll have to give me more than she has taken” Alec said to his guard coldly. No one messes with him and if this harlot had dared to… she has to bear the consequences.

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I was speechless staring at him like some star out of a commercial; I was smitten, and I guess this is the very beginning of my strong love for him. However, at this point, all I could think of was Jared Long, who, despite his passive aggression towards me, was the man I dedicated my years to loving and caring for. I indeed want to get revenge against Leila Long but I have nothing against Jared; I don't mean him any harm. I was scared that while taking my revenge on Leila through Kent, I might accidentally harm Jared; hence, I told him we should act independently regarding our revenge. Upon hearing this, Kent pinched my nose and said something quite outrageous.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

His name is Sébastien, he is thirty-nine years old, he is married, he has two children, he works in a small business in the city, he earns a living, he pays his taxes, he lives his life, he tries to be happy, to forget, not to think about what he did, what he didn't do, what he should have done, and today, he is in my office, he is sitting across from me, his hands are trembling, his eyes are darting away, his voice is cracking, and he tells me, he begs me, he asks me not to do to him what I did to the others, not to destroy him, not to annihilate him, not to take everything he has, everything he built, everything he loves, everything he has left, because he wasn't like the others, because h

“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?”