Story On Revenge Novels & Stories

"There was a girl from the Zion family named Heather, who was just sixteen. She was beautiful and virtuous, but she left her parents and hometown to marry the Ghost King. She took with her the wedding book and a wooden comb, and went to live with the Ghost King." As she read this part, Melody's brows furrowed slightly. "But the Ghost King changed his mind, took multiple wives, and caused her suffering. As time went on, Heather grew old and was abandoned by the Ghost King. Her son died at the hands of one of his mistresses. In despair, she put on the red wedding gown and vowed to become an evil spirit to seek revenge..." It was a rather tragic love story, and Christopher had a strong disdain

He screamed and then gritted his teeth to tolerate the pain, blood gushing out of the bullet wound. “Who? Tell me who gave the order?” I screamed again and this time aimed for his right thigh. Gritting, he screamed “Never. Whatever happened, you all think it started now or three years back, then you are complete fools. This story started twenty years back, you fools. This revenge was long due. And you all got it served just now.” Shock rippled through us. My gaze immediately went to my dad and Viren uncle. But, they too stood frozen, not understanding which of their past deed has now back to extract revenge from us.

“I know Nathan respects women more than any of us and would never do anything to hurt a woman for no reason. Just as his mother taught him. but do you forget that the incident you are talking about happened over a year ago?” They had to admit, it was suspicious of him not to be in contact. Not unless he had no interest in revenge anymore. That to me made more sense than what the guys were thinking. “I am not going to force you to do anything. We can have fun on this trip like we planned. But if an opportunity presents itself, I will take it.” I might have been smitten by Olivia but that was never going to stop me from seeking revenge for him. even if he did seek revenge in the future when he

And that had been the last time they saw each other. PRESENT DAY "I am really sorry about what happened that day Elsa. I was just a silly teenager with a silly crush." Asher apologized. "It's okay, I should never have hit you either. When I took you from your father, I promised you no one would ever hit you again and yet I was the one who did it." "its okay, at least I deserved it. I shouldn't have done that." "Truce?" she stretched out her hand. He took it, "truce" he agreed.

Alex sighed, proceeding to tell Rachel all his aunt had told him about the incident. Rachel was dumbfounded when Alex narrated all that had happened to her, no wonder those people were able to mix up the truth with falsehood, tears welled up in her eyes, she pitied herself and Alex, his case was worse than hers, she still had her mother, he didn't have any of his parents with him, she couldn't imagine how sad he felt when he knew that his parents were murdered by one mysterious organization, she knew he definitely must be planning on revenge, she just hoped that he wouldn't act rashly. "Alex I know you want to have your revenge but I think you should take this slowly," Rachel said when she s

“Can't you see their kindness? I know you're disappointed but just a little bit I need your mercy for my parents as well as me. I don't care what the reason is, I will protect what I can protect. If doing so can hurt you or even hurt me.” Alexander chuckled. He looked at Kimbeerly who continued to cry while he smiled victoriously. Kimbeerly is the stupidest woman. Alexander admits that Kimbeerly is good and honest, but Alexander will not stop the plan he has been planning for a long time. This revenge must end with her winning, not Jeremy winning again. Life must be repaid with life and blood must also be repaid with blood. There is no mercy in this plan nor will there be a chance to make am

My ability to fry someone's brains, and of course she deserves it. I let go of the wheel and relaxed, concentrating on her, wishing with every fiber in my body that her head explodes. I wanted her to feel the pain she's caused my family, I wanted her to feel she pain she inflicted on my Mom. She didn't deserve any kindness and I wasn't going to hold back, it was time to get my revenge. Not long, her hands on the wheel tightened and she screamed out in pain, bleeding from her nose and ears. I didn't stop though, I didn't think it was enough yet.

Step two: Reclaim her father’s fortune. Step three: Make them all pay for what they did. It seemed simple, right? Except she didn’t count on Damien flipping the script. In the end, it is a game where love, power, and revenge are at stake, who will win and who will be left with nothing?

She was determined to make Hayley pay for the betrayal and heartbreak she and Adrian had inflicted on her. She felt thrilled and disgusted each time she recalled the humiliation she had endured from Adrian's rejection that night. What? He was in love with someone else? Joker. He was hers. He may not accept or realize it now, but sooner or later, he would after she had unleashed her plans for revenge against them. Alison concluded. With a satisfied exhale, Alison rose to her feet, making her way to meet her mother, eager to share the good news.

"Warriors in their own right. We support each other, plan together. It's about taking back our stories, writing the endings ourselves." "Taking back our stories," I echoed, the phrase resonating within me, a call to rise from the ashes of victimhood. "Can you… can we really do that?" Lizzie's nod was solemn, resolute. "Yes, Roanne." She reached out, her fingers brushing against mine, grounding me back to reality. "The Revenge Club operates in the shadows," she began, her tone shedding any remnants of casualness, morphing into something steel-edged and formidable. "We're a collective of souls, bound by shared scars, who channel our pain into retribution."