The Art Of Revenge Novels & Stories

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

Family and friends of the victim’s out to get him for the murders. But on August twentieth, 2001, Druid Hills Headquarters moved their illegal enterprise to North Atlanta 6.8 miles elsewhere. They discovered fresh unwilling organ donors, continuing their murderous violence covering up their atrocious acts and identities. Closing Remarks I hope readers enjoyed my work Revenge of the Executioners. I wanted to lean toward writing impact action, adventure, and drama for once. Your reviews on my book inspire me to continue writing fiction of crime, mystery, thriller, fantasy and paranormal. Visit Amaze and give my book a review if you enjoy it!

"Usually I'm teaching them to survive kidnappings or active shooters. This is my first revenge training, it should be fun." ‎ ‎"Revenge training." ‎ ‎"That's what we're calling it, right? Training you to survive long enough to destroy the woman who tried to kill you?" Jade smiles. It's sharp. "Damian filled me in. I read your file. I read Aurora's file. I read all eight files. That bitch needs to burn." ‎ ‎I liked her immediately. ‎

It made my stomach knot. “What if we do all that and still cannot prove anything?” I asked quietly. Malcolm turned fully to me, his expression softening just a little. “Rhonda, look at me.” I did. “We will prove it,” he said. My throat tightened. I nodded, though the fear still did not leave me completely. I wanted revenge. I wanted justice. I wanted Julian dragged by the neck for daring to invade my privacy and threaten my life like that. But underneath all of it was still that raw, panicked feeling of violation. Someone had watched me, recorded me, and stored that moment. The disgust of it clung to my skin no matter how many times I tried not to think about it.

It was a reminder that in the intricate dance of revenge, one could never be sure who might be watching—or waiting. Sitting at her desk, Aurora opened a new document. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she began to draft her next move. The plans she had laid out meticulously for months now needed to adapt to a changing landscape. Her heart, still racing from the adrenaline of her success, now beat with a new rhythm—a rhythm of caution and alertness. Every instinct told her that the game was far from over, and that the real battle had only just begun.

"Then I'm going to start from scratch. I'm going to build my way up and make sure I get my revenge. I'm not just going to sit around and wait for them to catch me again while nursing their betrayal." She sighed. "Fine. What are you planning to do?”

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.

However, if one chose to ascend in ranks by sabotaging others, their ambitiousness would be warped entirely. Upon realizing that I ignored her, Ramona's temper flared instantly. "Dana Lombard, you've already been suspended! What makes you think you have the right to stay here, huh? "You vixen! Serves you right! How dare a woman like you lust after Mr. Pearson!" It was then I suddenly recalled the moment when I was pushed down the stairs in my previous life. A voice had drifted into my ear at that time. "You kept overshadowing me no matter what I did! Heck, you even seduced Mr. Pearson! Die, bitch!"

Revenge was a dish best served cold. Camilla didn’t agree. Revenge was a dish best served in the church with a fake pregnant test result and an astounding slap. To celebrate her successfully executed revenge, she was on a shopping spree today. The clothes she didn’t get the day Vanya interrupted her, she would get them today.

I whispered carefully, “doesn’t wait forever.” I let the word sit between us. I don’t dress it up as justice or closure. I don't pretend it’s noble. I named it for what it is, because I know Clara is intelligent enough to hear it plainly. Revenge, in my framing, is not a tantrum, but it’s timing. “And neither do opportunities.” There’s no threat in the statement. No warning sharpened into an edge. I don't suggest she’ll regret her choice, nor predict her failure if she refuses me.