The Best Revenge Is Not To Be Like Your Enemy Novels & Stories

"Completely. I just want you to be happy. To be at peace. To be free of the pain he caused you." "I will be," Cora promised. "Once this is over. Once he has faced consequences for what he did. Then I will be free to move forward completely." "I hope you are right," Alexander said. "I truly do." He stood to leave. But at the door, he paused. "Just remember, Cora. The best revenge is not making him pay. The best revenge is building a life so good that he becomes completely irrelevant to it. Do not let him take up any more space in your heart or your head than he absolutely has to."

Instead, he stared out at the dark city, its lights blinking like stars that had fallen and shattered across the pavement. Let Alek think he’d won. Let him believe Dominic was cornered. Because if there was one thing Dominic had learned from his father, it was this: the best revenge wasn’t rage, it was patience. Waiting until the very moment your enemy thought they had everything and then taking it all away. Dominic would make sure the Russian never saw the sun rise again.

“I’m not…” “You are. If anyone does anything bad to you, you have to do it back to them! Revenge is your best option for putting your enemies right in their place. It’s the best warning you could give; anything else is beneath you!” “No…” She shook her head “Not at the expense of a person’s life.”

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

he suggested. "Why?" "As they say, save the best for last. So you should target those people who have done you the most harm, like your husband and mother-in-law," he explained. It's funny because I never expected to have this kind of conversation with Sebastian. He's a very formal and reserved doctor. Who would have thought that he would help me with my revenge plans? He doesn't even know my husband or his awful family. "That's true, isn't it? If I attack my husband's mistress first, Lucas's family will eventually get to know me. It won't be exciting anymore," I mused.

Just someone who sees her. And when she loves him, when she trusts him, when she’s ready… I’ll tell her the truth. Mom always says the best revenge is becoming everything they said you couldn’t be. But she’s wrong about one thing. The best revenge isn’t becoming someone new. It’s making someone remember who you’ve always been. I’m coming for you, Maya Sterling. And this time, I’m not losing you again. Even if I have to lie to keep you.

A few minutes passed until I thought of speaking again. "Revenge is not always the best choice. Sometimes, it'll just worsen the situation. Imagine, you succeeded on taking your revenge, then you get the satisfaction, does it change how the world works? Does it change everything? Yeah, you got to ruin someone's reputations, but, people do forget. Days, months and years will pass, everyone will forget what happened. The world will continue to spin. And you won't realize that everything will just go back to the way it was before.” I said.

He gritted out. "You're such a jerk." I muttered under my breath. "Are you even from this school? Because if you were you'd clearly know me as the sweetest guy ever," he said proudly. "I'm from this school and I do know about your reputation but right now you're sort of contradicting it." "I'm a good guy but don't think of me as a pushover. Did you expect me to be friendly when you best me to a pulp?" I felt extremely bad for him. "I told you that it was a mistake. I didn't want to do that to you, but someone else."

I could feel his rage burning through the phone, even though he was miles away, like a heat wrapping around me. “They did this to you? You lost your leg for that bastard and they still mistreated you? I’m going to ruin them. I swear it.” “No!” I snapped, sitting upright, swiping tears off my cheeks. “No, Ric. That won’t be sweet enough. That’s not the best revenge.” There was silence. Then, quieter and more focused, he asked, “What do you want to do?” “I want to destroy them myself,” I said, voice calm, a dark certainty hardening inside me. “But not fast. Slowly. Gently. I want them to rot from the inside out.”

I didn’t care about Cindy and Leo’s fight, nor did I want to get involved. At the company, she made my life miserable, constantly targeting me and making things difficult. However, for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to fire me. Sure, it’d be easier for her if she didn’t have to see me around, but for Cindy, keeping me close and under her thumb was the only way to satisfy her need for revenge. Plus, she didn’t trust me out of her sight—afraid I might steal Leo away from her. It was easier for her to keep me in line, berate me, and make sure I didn’t make any moves.